Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds

Oh, Only Those Whose Souls Have Felt This One Idolatry Can Tell How Precious Is The Slightest Thing Affection Gives And Hallows.

Are We Not Like The Actor Of Old Times, Who Wore His Mask So Long His Face Took Its Likeness?

Hope Is Love's Happiness, But Not Its Life.

So Much To Win, So Much To Lose, No Marvel That I Fear To Choose.

My Heart Is Its Own Grave!