The Syren: Part I. Miscellaneous Songs, Song

From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise I will freely describe the wretch I despise; And if he has the sense but to balance a straw, He will sure take a hint from the picture I draw. And he if he has sense, &c.

A wit without sense, without fury a beau; Like a parrot he chatters, and struts like a crow; A peacock in pride, in grimace a babcon; In courage a hind, in conceit a gascoon. A peacock, &c.

As a vulture rapacious, in falshood a fox; Inconstant as waves, and unfeeling as rocks; As a tyger ferocious, perverse as a hog; In mischief an ape, and in fawning a dog. As a tyger, &c.

In a word, to sum up all his talents together, His heart is of lead, and his brain is of feather: Yet if he has sense but to balance a straw, He will sure take a hint from the picture I draw, Yet if he has sense to balance a straw, &c.