Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind,

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!

If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When I See That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me.

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

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.

How Hard A Thing 'twould Be To Please You All.