William Cowper

The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always read more

The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.

Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.

Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to
be living apart.

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to
be living apart.

Where tempests never beat nor billows roar.

Where tempests never beat nor billows roar.

Did Charity prevail, the press would prove
A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.

Did Charity prevail, the press would prove
A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.