The Wisest Of The Wise Listen To Pretty Lies And Love To Hear Them Told; Doubt Not That Solomon Listen'D To Many A One, Some In His Youth, And More When He Grew Old. I Never Was Among The Choir Of Wisdom'S Song, But Pretty Lies Lov'D I As Much As Any King, When Youth Was On The Wing, And (Must It Then Be Told?) When Youth Had Quite Gone By. Alas! And I Have Not The Pleasant Hour Forgot When One Pert Lady Said, 'O Walter! I Am Quite Bewilder'D With Affright! I See (Sit Quiet Now) A White Hair On Your Head!' Another More Benign Snipp'D It Away From Mine, And In Her Own Dark Hair Pretended It Was Found' She Leap'D, And Twirl'D It Round' Fair As She Was, She Never Was So Fair!