For Monarchs Seldom Sigh In

Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.

It Was Woman That Taught Me Cruelty, And On Woman Therefore I Have Exercised It.

But Woe Awaits A Country When She Sees The Tears Of Bearded Men.

Then Hush Thee, My Darling, Take Rest While You May, For Strife Comes With Manhood, And Waking With Day.

He Who Indulges His Sense In Any Excesses Renders Himself Obnoxious To His Own Reason; And, To Gratify The Brute In Him, Displeases The Man, And Sets His Two Natures At Variance.