When A Sonnet Is Mediocre It Is

I Have Always Had Such Sincere Love For Truth, That I Have Often Begun By Telling Stories For The Purpose Of Getting Truth To Enter The Heads Of Those Who Could Not Appreciate Its Charms.

My Errors Will Point To Thinking Men The Various Roads, And Will Teach Them The Great Art Of Treading On The Brink Of The Precipice Without Falling Into It.

We Love Without Heeding Reason, And Cease To Love In The Same Manner.

Should I Perchance Still Feel After My Death, I Would No Longer Have Any Doubt, But I Would Most Certainly Give The Lie To Anyone Asserting Before Me That I Was Dead.

As To The Deceit Perpetrated Upon Women, Let It Pass, For, When Love Is In The Way, Men And Women As A General Rule Dupe Each Other.