You Gave Me The Key To Your

Still From The Fount Of Joy's Delicious Springs Some Bitter O'er The Flowers Its Bubbling Venom Flings.

Prolonged Endurance Tames The Bold.

Be Hypocritical, Be Cautious, Be Not What You Seem But Always What You See.

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse -- Borne Away With Every Breath!

I Cannot Help Thinking That The Menace Of Hell Makes As Many Devils As The Severe Penal Codes Of Inhuman Humanity Make Villains.