Our Country Is Where Ever We Are

. . . For Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive. Cease To Admire, And All Her Plumes Fall Flat And Shrink Into A Trivial Toy, At Every Sudden Slighting Quite Abash'd.

I Was All Ear, And Took In Strains That Might Create A Soul Under The Ribs Of Death.

Sole Reigning Holds The Tyranny Of Heav'n.

Better To Reign In Hell Than Serve In Heav'n.

Nor Jealousy Was Understood, The Injur'd Lover's Hell.