I Hope You Do Not Think Me

Blessings Ever Wait On Virtuous Deeds, And Though A Late, A Sure Reward Succeeds.

I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s Whispered Everywhere.

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.

Would Any Thing But A Madman Complain Of Uncertainty? Uncertainty And Expectation Are Joys Of Life; Security Is An Insipid Thing; And The Overtaking And Possessing Of A Wish Discovers The Folly Of The Chase.