Now What I Love In Women Is,

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.

Where There Is Mystery, It Is Generally Suspected There Must Also Be Evil.

Have Not All Past Human Beings Parted, And Must Not All The Present, One Day Part?

May Moorland Weavers Boast Pindaric Skill, And Tailors' Lays Be Longer Than Their Bill! While Punctual Beaux Reward The Grateful Notes, And Pay For Poems--when They Pay For Coats.

Glory, Like The Phoenix 'midst Her Fires, Exhales Her Odours, Blazes, And Expires.