We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.

Most Dangerous Is That Temptation That Doth Goad Us On To Sin In Loving Virtue.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

Some Kinds Of Baseness Are Nobly Undergone.