O Fie, Miss, You Must Not Kiss

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.

I Know A Lady That Loves To Talk So Incessantly, She Won't Give An Echo Fair Play; She Has That Everlasting Rotation Of Tongue That An Echo Must Wait Till She Dies Before It Can Catch Her Last Words!

'tis Well Enough For A Servant To Be Bred At An University. But The Education Is A Little Too Pedantic For A Gentleman.

She Likes Herself, Yet Others Hates, For That Which In Herself She Prizes; And While She Laughs At Them, Forgets She Is The Thing That She Despises.

A Woman Only Obliges A Man To Secrecy, That She May Have The Pleasure Of Telling Herself.