Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

Tis Often Seen Adoption Strives With Nature; And Choice Breeds A Native Slip To Us From Foreign Lands.

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

No Particular Scandal One Can Touch But It Confounds The Breather.