Speak What We Feel, Not What We

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

How Quickly Nature Falls Into Revolt When Gold Becomes Her Object! For This The Foolish Over-careful Fathers Have Broke Their Sleep With Thoughts, Their Brains With Care, Their Bones With Industry.

A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

Tis Safter To Be That Which We Destroy Than By Destruction Dwell In Doubtful Joy.