I 'gin To Be Aweary

Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

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

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.