When storms of passion rude arise,
Be Nature's rule before your eyes;
May friendship henceforth both unite,
May both in future act aright.

With glowing cheeks the skaiter meets,
The keen and frosty air;
Performs variety of feats,
To shew what skaiters dare.
Have you forgot Kate, prithee say,
How many seasons here we've tarried;
'Tis forty years this very day,
Since you and I, old girl, were married.

Two horses used to bit and bridle,
But always much disposed to idle,
Agreed, as soon as they were able,
To steal unnoticed from the stable.