Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.
For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.
Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No," And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.
He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end.
Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?