No, I'm No Enemy To

There Are Come Critics So With Spleen Diseased, They Scarcely Come Inclining To Be Pleased: And Sure He Must Have More Than Mortal Skill, Who Please One Against His Will.

How Hard A Thing 'twould Be To Please You All.

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.

Invention Flags, His Brain Goes Muddy, And Black Despair Succeeds Brown Study.

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.