I Have A Great Mind To Believe

Romances I Ne'er Read Like Those I Have Seen.

He Who Is Only Just Is Cruel; Who Upon The Earth Would Live Were All Judged Justly?

The Poetry Of Speech.

In Secret We Met - In Silence I Grieve, That Thy Heart Could Forget, Thy Spirit Deceive. If I Should Meet Thee After Long Years, How Should I Greet Thee? - With Silence And Tears

I Loved My Country, And I Hated Him.