It Is A Pity That Doing One's

To The Dear Eye And Eloquent Tongue, To The Soul Made Of Fire, And The Character That Bends But Does Not Break... I Am Ever Tender And True.

For Those Who Are Not Hungry, It Is Easy To Palaver About The Degradation Of Charity.

Alas! Never Had I Loved Him So Well!

While I Loved, And While I Was Loved, What An Existence I Enjoyed!

Conventionality Is Not Morality.