Here you will find thePoemSincerityof poet Mary Barber
Sincerity, what are thy Views; No more my Breast attend. By thee, alas! we often lose, But seldom gain a Friend. No more with dang'rous Zeal presume To warn whom you esteem: Be wise, or I foresee your Doom; Impertinence you'll seem. A thousand Ills from thee I've found; A thousand more I fear. In Worlds like this, should you abound? What Bus'ness have you here? But if you still must haunt my Breast, To Desarts we'll repair; Or seek the Mansions of the Blest; They know your Value there.
