Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

In Tragic Life, God Wot, No Villain Need Be! Passions Spin The Plot: We Are Betrayed By What Is False Within.

O Have A Care Of Natures That Are Mute!

Speech Is The Small Change Of Silence.

I Know Him, February's Thrush, And Loud At Eve He Valentines On Sprays That Paw The Naked Bush Where Soon Will Sprout The Thorns And Bines.

Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.