Though I Love My Country,

Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love Is Only Curiosity, As Is Proved By Its End.

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse -- Borne Away With Every Breath!

I Only Go Out To Get Me A Fresh Appetite For Being Alone.

Know Ye Not Who Would Be Free Themselves Must Strike The Blow? By Their Right Arms The Conquest Must Be Wrought?

I Only Know We Loved In Vain; I Only Feel-farewell! Farewell!