I Loved My Country, And I Hated

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.

Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future Tear.

Brisk Confidence Still Best With Woman Copes: Pique Her And Soothe In Turn-soon Passion Crowns Thy Hopes.

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.

Who Then Will Explain The Explanation?