I Am Acquainted With No

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.

Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills The Inflammation Of His Weekly Bills.

Now What I Love In Women Is, They Won't Or Can't Do Otherwise Than Lie, But Do It. So Well, The Very Truth Seems Falsehood To It.

Age Shakes Athena's Tower, But Spares Gray Marathon.

I Am Acquainted With No Immaterial Sensuality So Delightful As Good Acting.