O Fie, Miss, You Must Not Kiss

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.

Turn Pimp, Flatterer, Quack, Lawyer, Parson, Be Chaplain To An Atheist, Or Stallion To An Old Woman, Anything But A Poet; For A Poet Is Worse, More Servile, Timorous And Fawning Than Any I Have Named.

Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed: At Leisure Married, They Repent In Haste.

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

Courtship Is To Marriage, As A Very Witty Prologue To A Very Dull Play.