No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
I awoke one day to find myself famous.
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.
Sweet is revenge-especially to women.