I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim

Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did Not Show It, For Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

Every Day Confirms My Opinion On The Superiority Of A Vicious Life, And If Virtue Is Not Its Own Reward, I Don't Know Any Other Stipend Annexed To It.

Let None Think To Fly The Danger For Soon Or Late Love Is His Own Avenger.

But Stories Somehow Lengthen When Begun.

Think Not I Am What I Appear.