So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I

There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.

Tyranny Is For The Worst Of Treasons.

I Was Accused Of Every Monstrous Vice By Public Rumour And Private Rancour; My Name, Which Had Been A Knightly Or Noble One, Was Tainted. I Felt That, If What Was Whispered, And Muttered, And Murmured, Was True, I Was Unfit For England; If False, England Was Unfit For Me.

I've Seen Your Stormy Seas And Stormy Women, And Pity Lovers Rather More Than Seamen.

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.