Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance

Contention, Like A Horse, Full Of High Feeding, Madly Hath Broke Loose, And Bears Down All Before Him.

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

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

I Dote On His Very Absence.

If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.