I Must Be Gone And

To Be In Love, Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans; Coy Looks, With Heart-sore Sighs; One Fading Moment's Mirth

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

If You Would Persuade, You Must Appeal To Interest Rather Than Intellect. We Are Advertis'd By Our Loving Friends.

Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.