Credite, f[oe]mineæ, juvenes, committere menti,
Nil nisi lene decet.
Believe me, young men, it is fit to entrust nothing to a female mind
but what is _soft_.
In fact, _soft nothings_ are fittest for the ear of a lady.
Pomarius poetæ non credit:
The costermonger trusts not the poet.
How wrong, therefore, it is to call him a _green_ grocer.