Now, In My Opinion, A Woman Has

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.

'tis Now The Summer Of Your Youth: Time Has Not Cropped The Roses From Your Cheek, Though Sorrow Long Has Washed Them.

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.

Honesty Needs No Pains To Set Itself Off.

Ay, Rail At Gaming - 'tis A Rich Topic, And Affords Noble Declamation. Go, Preach Against It In The City - You'll Find A Congregation In Every Tavern.