I Do Not Hate A Proud Man,

Wait For The Season When To Cast Good Counsels Upon Subsiding Passion.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

A Man May See How This World Goes With No Eyes. Look With Thine Ears: See How Yond Justice Rails Upon Yon Simple Thief. Hark, In Thine Ear: Change Places; And, Handy-dandy, Which Is The Justice, Which Is The Thief?

Such Is My Love, To Thee I So Belong, That For Thy Right Myself Will Bear All Wrong.

No .... Holy Father, Throw Away That Thought. Believe Not That The Dribbling Dart Of Love Can Pierce A Complete Bosom.