I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s

Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.

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

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

Who Pleases One Against His Will.

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