This letter which now meets your astonished eyes, Maiden
You must believe has been written by a friendly hand.
Nor should you rashly spurn – it would be ill – once you deemed an enemy –
Betimes salvation is from foe to for brought,
Yet I was not such an enemy, though I seemed to be,
And this breast could not have chosen to hate you.
My heart is not so playful, nor does it dwell
In the breast of a savage beast.
That I am not moved by your nobility, by the unspoilt flower of your age,
By you beauty, the envy of the Gods….
From “Almachius Tyrannus ad S Caeciliam by Charles Carroll of Carrollton