Slight unpremeditated Words are borne 　By every common Wind into the Air;Carelessly utter'd, die as soon as born，　And in one instant give both Hope and Fear：Breathing all Contraries with the same WindAccording to the Caprice of the Mind। But Billetdoux are constant Witnesses，　Substantial Records to Eternity;Just Evidences，who the Truth confess,On which the Lover safely may rely；They're serious Thoughts，digested and resolv'd；And last，when Words are into Clouds devolv'd।