Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

The Big Round Tears Cours'd One Another Down His Innocent Nose, In Piteous Chase.

She Is Mine Own, And I As Rich In Having Such A Jewel As Twenty Seas, If All Their Sand Were Pearl, The Water Nectar, And The Rocks Pure Gold.

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.