In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest

Lest Men Suspect Your Tale Untrue, Keep Probability In View.

If With Me You'd Fondly Stray Over The Hills And Far Away.

Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.

How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid Still Plays Around The Flame!

Variety's The Source Of Joy Below, From Whence Still Fresh-revolving Pleasures Flow, In Books And Love The Mind One End Pursues, And Only Change The Expiring Flames Renews.