Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed:

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

In My Conscience I Believe The Baggage Loves Me, For She Never Speaks Well Of Me Herself, Nor Suffers Any Body Else To Rail At Me.

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

They Are At The End Of The Gallery; Retired To Their Tea And Scandal, According To Their Ancient Custom.

Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved.