Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels

Hannibal Was A Very Pretty Fellow In Those Days.

Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels Of Pleasure; Married In Haste, We May Repent At Leisure.

I Hope You Do Not Think Me Prone To Any Iteration Of Nuptials.

There Is In True Beauty, As In Courage, Somewhat Which Narrow Souls Cannot Dare To Admire.

Guilt Is Ever At A Loss, And Confusion Waits Upon It; When Innocence And Bold Truth Are Always Ready For Expression.