There Is No More Mercy In Him

Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought, Is Better.

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.

If Yon Bethink Yourself Of Any Crime Unreconcil'd As Yet To Heaven And Grace, Solicit For It Straight.

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

She's Beautiful, And Therefore To Be Wooed; She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.