O Fie, Miss, You Must Not Kiss

Who Pleases One Against His Will.

If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When I See That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me.

Delay Not Till Tomorrow To Be Wise; Tomorrow's Sun To Thee May Neve Rise.

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

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.