A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives Me Endless Support.

Who Is Here So Vile That Will Not Love His Country?

Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My Heart Of Grief.

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

Alack, The Night Comes On, And The Bleak Winds Do Sorely Ruffle; For Many Miles About There's Scarce A Bush.