My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent.

My Brain More Busy Than The Labouring Spider Weaves Tedious Snares To Trap Mine Enemies.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.