The devil...the prowde spirite...cannot endure to be mocked.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
Come o'er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
Soul is to be found in the vicinity of taboo.
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.