O Fie, Miss, You Must Not Kiss

I Confess Freely To You, I Could Never Look Long Upon A Monkey, Without Very Mortifying Reflections.

There Is In True Beauty, As In Courage, Somewhat Which Narrow Souls Cannot Dare To Admire.

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

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

No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It Hurts Not Me.