A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd

Invention Flags, His Brain Goes Muddy, And Black Despair Succeeds Brown Study.

Thus In This Sad, But Oh, Too Pleasing State! My Soul Can Fix Upon Nothing But Thee; Thee It Contemplates, Admires, Adores, Nay Depends On, Trusts On You Alone.

Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

Women Like Flames Have A Destroying Power; Never To Be Quenched Till They Themselves Devour.