Thus it will seem you scorn to league
In e'er so harmless an intrigue.
'Tis one thing this, but quite another
If slight flirtations please the mother.
'Twould fill a volume to impart
The intricacies of your art:
Now is the time, I must insist,
For you to play the moralist,
And use, as heretofore, your forces
To favour wedlock—not divorces!