And I trust that your wish when in converse you join,
Is a nobler regard to inspire.
Remember that memory long may record,
The folly you utter’d in jest;
And a secret unmarked when escaped from your lips,
May long rob your bosom of rest.
Then conscious of error ’tis vain to repent,
As the mischief admits no relief;
And surely ’tis simple, so thoughtless to lay
The dismal foundations of grief.”