Love Is Not Love That Alters When

To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

'twas Merry When You Wagered On Your Angling, When Your Diver Did Hang A Salt Fish On His Hook, Which He With Fervency Drew Up.

What Is Thy Sentence Then But Speechless Death.

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.