Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love

But Dying Is A Pleasure / When Living Is A Pain.

Sure There Is None But Fears A Future State; And When The Most Obdurate Swear They Do Not, Their Trembling Hearts Belie Their Boasting Tongues.

Secret Guilt By Silence Is Betrayed.

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.

Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor Into Noble Acts.