Hannibal Was A Very Pretty

She Likes Herself, Yet Others Hates, For That Which In Herself She Prizes; And While She Laughs At Them, Forgets She Is The Thing That She Despises.

Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved.

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

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.

Men Are Apt To Offend ('tis True) Where They Find Most Goodness To Forgive.