THE SKY LARK, &c, SONG

Trust not man for he'll deceive you; Preach'ry is his sole intent; First he'll court you, then he'll leave you, Poor deluded! to lament.

Form'd by nature to undo us, They escape our utmost heed: Oh! how humble when they woo us, But how proud, when they faceted!

So the Bird when once deluded, By the fowler's artful snare; Pines out life, in cage secluded;— Fair ones, while you're young, beware!