I, who so oft renounce the muses, lie, Not 's self e'er tells more fibs than I; When sick of Muse, our follies we deplore, And promise our best friends to rhyme no more; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit.

"I felt rather a pig talking fibs to the poor girl," confessed Madame.

Now at such a moment as this I could not remember how many fibs of that kind I had left over to my credit, but I knew there must be at least one, and so I didn't hesitate a second.

Barring these cases, I must adhere to my resolution of telling no fibs.