O, Nothing Is More Alluring Than A

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

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.

Marriage Indeed May Qualify The Fury Of His Passion, But It Very Rarely Mends A Man's Manners.

Thus In This Sad, But Oh, Too Pleasing State! My Soul Can Fix Upon Nothing But Thee; Thee It Contemplates, Admires, Adores, Nay Depends On, Trusts On You Alone.