Twere To Consider Too Curiously, To Consider

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.

If Thou Dost Seek To Have What Thou Dost Hide, By Self-example Mayst Thou Be Denied.

He Says, He Loves My Daughter; I Think So Too; For Never Gaz'd The Moon Upon The Water, As He'll Stand And Read, As 'twere, My Daughter's Eyes: And, To Be Plain, I Think, There Is Not Half A Kiss To Choose, Who Loves Another Best.

Let The Doors Be Shut Upon Him, That He May Play The Fool No Where But In's Own House.