When Our Actions Do Not,

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.

May Never Glorious Sun Reflex His Beams Upon The Country Where You Make Abode! But Darkness And The Gloomy Shade Of Death Environ You Till Mischief And Despair Drive You To Break Your Necks Or Hang Yourselves.

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes