If You Are For A Merry Jaunt,

My Love's A Noble Madness.

Successful Crimes Alone Are Justified.

Jealousy's A Proof Of Love, But 'tis A Weak And Unavailing Medicine; It Puts Out The Disease And Makes It Show, But Has No Power To Cure.

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store

When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love Exalts The Mind!