Love Is Not In Our Choice But

I Am As Free As Nature First Made Man, Ere The Base Laws Of Servitude Began, When Wild In Woods The Noble Savage Ran.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.

Interest Makes All Seem Reason That Leads To It.

Forgiveness To The Injured Does Belong; But They Ne'er Pardon Who Have Done Wrong.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.