I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s

Wit Must Be Foiled By Wit: Cut A Diamond With A Diamond.

I Am A Fool, I Know It; And Yet, Heaven Help Me, I'm Poor Enough To Be A Wit.

Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined.

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

If This Be Not Love, It Is Madness, And Then It Is Pardonable.