I'll Tell Thee What It Says; It

Can't I Another's Face Commend, Or To Her Virtues Be A Friend, But Instantly Your Forehead Louers, As If Her Merit Lessen'd Yours?

The Hours I Spend With You I Look Upon As Sort Of A Perfumed Garden, A Dim Twilight, And A Fountain Singing To It. You And You Alone Make Me Feel That I Am Alive. Other Men It Is Said Have Seen Angels, But I Have Seen Thee And Thou Art Enough.

I'll Tell Thee What It Says; It Calls Me Villain, A Treacherous Husband, A Cruel Father, A False Brother; One Lost To Nature And Her Charities; Or To Say All In One Short Word, It Calls Me - Gamester.

Now, In My Opinion, A Woman Has No Business With Power-power Admits No Equal, And Dismisses Friendship For Flattery. Besides, It Keeps The Men At A Distance, And That Is Not Always What We Wish.

Honesty Needs No Pains To Set Itself Off.