How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.
No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.
No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
These articles subscribed, if I continue to endure you a little longer, I may by degrees dwindle into wife.
Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.
Who pleases one against his will.