Romances I Ne'er Read Like Those I

He Who Is Only Just Is Cruel; Who Upon The Earth Would Live Were All Judged Justly?

Man Marks The Earth With Ruin - His Control Stops With The Shore.

Italia! O Italia! Thou Who Hast The Fatal Gift Of Beauty.

Romances Paint At Full Length People's Wooing. But Only Give A Bust Of Marriages.

Man's Conscience Is The Oracle Of God.