False Love Is Only Blinder.

Tis The Greatest Misfortune In Nature For A Woman To Want A Confidant.

Crimes, Like Virtues, Are Their Own Rewards.

One May Like The Love And Despise The Lover.

Courage, The Highest Gift, That Scorns To Bend To Mean Devices For A Sordid End. Courage--an Independent Spark From Heaven's Bright Throne, By Which The Soul Stands Raised, Triumphant High, Alone. Great In Itself, Not Praises Of The Crowd, Above All Vice, It Stoops Not To Be Proud. Courage, The Mighty Attribute Of Powers Above, By Which Those Great In War, Are Great In Love. The Spring Of All Brave Acts Is Seated Here, As Falsehoods Draw Their Sordid Birth From Fear.

Sir, You Shall Taste My Anno Domini.