Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.

So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.​​​​​​

Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be. See As Thou Wast Wont To See.

I Was Adored Once Too.