In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear

On A Day - Alack The Day! - Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair Playing In The Wanton Air

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror

I May Neither Choose Who I Would, Nor Refuse Who I Dislike; So Is The Will Of A Living Daughter Curbed By The Will Of A Dead Father.

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.

Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.