Having Mourned Your Sin, For

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!

The Blushing Beauties Of A Modest Maid.

How Happy The Lover, How Easy His Chain, How Pleasing His Pain, How Sweet To Discover He Sighs Not In Vain.

Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

Affability, Mildness, Tenderness, And A Word Which I Would Fain Bring Back To Its Original Signification Of Virtue,--i Mean Good-nature,--are Of Daily Use; They Are The Bread Of Mankind And Staff Of Life.