Say What You Will, 'tis Better To

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

Guilt Is Ever At A Loss, And Confusion Waits Upon It; When Innocence And Bold Truth Are Always Ready For Expression.

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.

He Who Closes His Ears To The Views Of Others Shows Little Confidence In The Integrity Of His Own Views.

If This Be Not Love, It Is Madness, And Then It Is Pardonable.