The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

There Are Some Solitary Wretches Who Seem To Have Left The Rest Of Mankind, Only, As Eve Left Adam, To Meet The Devil In Private.

See! From The Brake The Whirring Pheasant Springs, And Mounts Exulting On Triumphant Wings; Short Is His Joy! He Feels The Fiery Wound, Flutters In Blood, And Panting Beats The Ground.

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

A Gen'rous Heart Repairs A Sland'rous Tongue.