I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s

Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed: At Leisure Married, They Repent In Haste.

O Fie, Miss, You Must Not Kiss And Tell.

Music Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak.

They Are At The End Of The Gallery; Retired To Their Tea And Scandal, According To Their Ancient Custom.

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