To Know And Feel All

And Swear No Where Lives A Woman True, And Fair.

As States Subsist In Part By Keeping Their Weaknesses From Being Known, So Is It The Quiet Of Families To Have Their Chancery And Their Parliament Within Doors, And To Compose And Determine All Emergent Differences There.

Love, All Alike, No Season Knows, Nor Clime, Nor Hours, Days, Months, Which Are The Rags Of Time.

Then Love Is Sin, And Let Me Sinful Be.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.