If This Be Not Love, It Is

There Is Nothing More Unbecoming A Man Of Quality Than To Laugh ... 'tis Such A Vulgar Expression Of The Passion!

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

No Mask Like Open Truth To Cover Lies, As To Go Naked Is The Best Disguise.

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.

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