O, Nothing Is More Alluring

I Hope You Do Not Think Me Prone To Any Iteration Of Nuptials.

One Minute Gives Invention To Destroy; What To Rebuild, Will A Whole Age Employ.

Guilt Is Ever At A Loss, And Confusion Waits Upon It; When Innocence And Bold Truth Are Always Ready For Expression.

I Know A Lady That Loves To Talk So Incessantly, She Won't Give An Echo Fair Play; She Has That Everlasting Rotation Of Tongue That An Echo Must Wait Till She Dies Before It Can Catch Her Last Words!

I Am A Fool, I Know It; And Yet, Heaven Help Me, I'm Poor Enough To Be A Wit.