The two following Songs, instead of that at p. 48

Ah! how cruel the reflection! Woman once to error led, Every eye wakes for detection, Every tongue the tale to spread.

Vainly is her fault lamented By the poor, misguided fair; That which Caution had prevented, Penitence can ne'er repair.

HOW can you, inhuman! persist to distress me? My danger, my fears, 'tis in vain to disguise: You know them, yet still to destruction you press me, And force that from passion which prudence denies. I fain would oppose a perverse inclination; The visions of fancy from reason divide; With fortitude baffle the wiles of temptation, And let Love no longer make Folly its guide.