I Hate To Tell Again A Tale

For Love Deceives The Best Of Woman Kind.

No One Can Hurry Me Down To Hades Before My Time, But If A Man's Hour Is Come, Be He Brave Or Be He Coward, There Is No Escape For Him When He Has Once Been Born.

He Knew How To Say Many False Things That Were Like True Sayings.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.

There Is The Heat Of Love, The Pulsing Rush Of Longing, The Lover’s Whisper, Irresistible—magic To Make The Sanest Man Go Mad.