Report Me And My Cause Aright.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate! Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late! Prodigious Birth Of Love It Is To Me, That I Must Love A Loathed Enemy.

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.

Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With Traps.