If This Be Not Love, It Is

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

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

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

They Come Together Like The Coroner's Inquest, To Sit Upon The Murdered Reputations Of The Week.

Hannibal Was A Very Pretty Fellow In Those Days.