Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Do You Not Know I Am A Woman? When I Think, I Must Speak.

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.

Because It Is A Customary Cross, As Die To Love As Thoughts, And Dreams, And Sighs, Wishes, And Tears, Poor Fancy's Followers.