F fascinating parts,

He played with female hearts;

'Twas reprehensible, as you may guess;

But still it was his way,

Continued he to play,

Until a maiden asked him for redress,

And folly bore the fruit,

Of breach of promise suit,

He owns a couple of thousand pounds the less,

He's a sorry man to-day, he does confess,

And the wily way of woman he does bless,

And his pipe is all that he will now caress,

He doesn't care to think of it, the mess!