For Those Whom God To Ruin Has

Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than All Other Pleasures Are.

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.

Thoughts Cannot Form Themselves In Words So Horrid As Can Express My Guilt.

Sure There Is None But Fears A Future State; And When The Most Obdurate Swear They Do Not, Their Trembling Hearts Belie Their Boasting Tongues.

Love Is Not In Our Choice But In Our Fate.