Our Interest's On The Dangerous Edge Of

Every One Soon Or Late Comes Round By Rome.

Go In Thy Native Innocence, Rely On What Thou Hast Of Virtue, Summon All, For God Towards Thee Hath Done His Part, Do Thine.

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!

My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

Ignorance Is Not Innocence But Sin.