A Heavier Task Could Not Have Been

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)

Grim-visaged War Hath Smoothed His Wrinkled Front; And Now, Instead Of Mounting Barbed Steeds To Fright The Souls Of Fearful Adversaries, He Capers Nimbly In A Lady's Chamber To The Lascivious Pleasing Of A Lute.

For What Is Wedlock Forced But A Hell, An Age Of Discord And Continual Strife? Whereas The Contrary Bringeth Bliss, And Is A Pattern Of Celestial Peace.

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.