I've lived as many other men live,
And yet, I think, with more enjoyment;
For could I through my days again live,
I'd pass them in the same employment.
That is to say, with some exception,
For though I will not make confession,
I've seen too much of man's deception
Ever again to trust profession.
Some sage Mammas with gesture haughty,
Pronounce me quite a youthful Sinner—
But Daughters say, "although he's naughty,
You must not check a Young Beginner!"
I've loved, and many damsels know it—
But whom I don't intend to mention,
As certain stanzas also show it,
Some say deserving Reprehension.
Some ancient Dames, of virtue fiery,
(Unless Report does much belie them,)
Have lately made a sharp Enquiry,
And much it grieves me to deny them.