Do you believe your heart to be, indeed, so hardened, that you can look without emotion on the suffering, to which you would condemn me?.

The world ridicules a passion which it seldom feels; its scenes, and its interests, distract the mind, deprave the taste, corrupt the heart, and love….

Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, And as the portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts Tells of a namele….