Accursed Be The City Where The Laws

I Should Like To Know Who Has Been Carried Off, Except Poor Dear Me - I Have Been More Ravished Myself Than Anybody Since The Trojan War.

So The Struck Eagle, Stretch'd Upon The Plain, No More Through Rolling Clouds To Soar Again, View'd His Own Feather On The Fatal Dart, And Wing'd The Shaft That Quiver'd In His Heart.

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.

To Have Joy, One Must Share It.

Opinions Are Made To Be Changed Or How Is Truth To Be Got At?