I Hope You Do Not Think Me

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

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

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

They Are At The End Of The Gallery; Retired To Their Tea And Scandal, According To Their Ancient Custom.

Honor Is A Public Enemy, And Conscience A Domestic, And He That Would Secure His Pleasure, Must Pay A Tribute To One And Go Halves With T'other.