Cover That Bosom That I Must Not

I Always Do The First Line Well, But I Have Trouble Doing The Others.

One Is Easily Fooled By That Which One Loves.

There Is No Praise To Bear The Sort That You Put In Your Pocket.

It Infuriates Me To Be Wrong When I Know I'm Right.

I Hate All Men, The Ones Because They Are Mean And Vicious, And The Others For Being Complaisant With The Vicious Ones.