But From The Hoop's Bewitching Round, Her

Beauty Has Wings, And Too Hastily Flies, And Love, Unrewarded, Soon Sickens And Dies.

I'll Tell Thee What It Says; It Calls Me Villain, A Treacherous Husband, A Cruel Father, A False Brother; One Lost To Nature And Her Charities; Or To Say All In One Short Word, It Calls Me - Gamester.

Ay, Rail At Gaming - 'tis A Rich Topic, And Affords Noble Declamation. Go, Preach Against It In The City - You'll Find A Congregation In Every Tavern.

But From The Hoop's Bewitching Round, Her Very Shoe Has Power To Wound.

The Lot Of Critics Is To Be Remembered By What They Failed To Understand.