I Embrace My Rival, But Only To

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.

And Forever Goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, Can You Imagine How Dreadful This Cruel Word Sounds When One Loves?

Ah, Why Can't I Know If I Love, Or If I Hate?

Too Much Virtue Can Be Criminal.

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.