For Thee I Dim These

Act Well Your Part, There All The Honour Lies.

Oh! Be Thou Blest With All That Heaven Can Send, Long Health, Long Youth, Long Pleasure-and A Friend.

That Character In Conversation Which Commonly Passes For Agreeable Is Made Up Of Civility And Falsehood.

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.

No, Make Me Mistress To The Man I Love; If There Be Yet Another Name More Free More Fond Than Mistress, Make Me That To Thee!