But From The Hoop's Bewitching

Honesty Needs No Pains To Set Itself Off.

But From The Hoop's Bewitching Round, Her Very Shoe Has Power To Wound.

Beauty Has Wings, And Too Hastily Flies, And Love, Unrewarded, Soon Sickens And Dies.

I Am Rich Beyond The Dreams Of Avarice.

Can't I Another's Face Commend, Or To Her Virtues Be A Friend, But Instantly Your Forehead Louers, As If Her Merit Lessen'd Yours?