He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.
Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
Successful crimes alone are justified.
Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.
Restless at home, and ever prone to range.