Sick In The World's Regard,

How Easy It Is For The Proper-false In Woman's Waxen Hearts To Set Their Forms!

Love Is The Greatest Of Dreams, Yet The Worst Of Nightmares.

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

The Weariest And Most Loathed Worldly Life, That Age, Ache, Penury And Imprisonment Can Lay On Nature Is A Paradise, To What We Fear Of Death.

Your Lordship, Though Not Clean Past Your Youth, Have Yet Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltiness Of Time.