Recollect, a bad Polkiste don't get much renown,
If you can't dance it well, you had better sit down.
Love's like a trifle, fleeting soon;
Vows are the froth, and man the spoon.
If the night's not very dry,
Find out those who've got a fly,
Whose way home your own one suits,
Because wet walking ruins boots.
He whose gloves are new and white,
Can clean them for another night;