And I Live On, But In Grief

In My Younger Days I Struggled Constantly With An Overwhelming But Pure Love Affair - My Only One, And I Would Have Struggled With It Longer Had Not Premature Death, Bitter But Salutary For Me, Extinguished The Cooling Flames. I Certainly Wish I Could Say That I Have Always Been Entirely Free From Desires Of The Flesh, But I Would Be Lying If I Did.

Alack Our Life, So Beautiful To See, With How Much Ease Life Losest, In A Day, What Many Years With Pain And Toil Amassed!

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

Hope Is Incredible To The Slave Of Grief.

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.