I Swear Again, I Would Not Be

You Draw Me, You Hard-hearted Adamant; But Yet You Draw Not Iron, For My Heart Is True As Steel: Leave You Your Power To Draw, And I Shall Have No Power To Follow You.

Tis Often Seen Adoption Strives With Nature; And Choice Breeds A Native Slip To Us From Foreign Lands.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

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