I Confess Freely To You, I Could

Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.

Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father Of His Country.

A Wit Should No More Be Sincere, Than A Woman Constant; One Argues A Decay Of Parts, As To Other Of Beauty.

Guilt Is Ever At A Loss, And Confusion Waits Upon It; When Innocence And Bold Truth Are Always Ready For Expression.

I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s Whispered Everywhere.