If People Knew How Much I Hated

A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but Thought.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

No .... Holy Father, Throw Away That Thought. Believe Not That The Dribbling Dart Of Love Can Pierce A Complete Bosom.