Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love Is Only

The Place Is Very Well And Quiet And The Children Only Scream In A Low Voice.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

My Heart In Passion, And My Head On Rhymes.

Old Man! 'tis Not Difficult To Die.

Man's Love Is Of Man's Life A Part; It Is A Woman's Whole Existence. In Her First Passion, A Woman Loves Her Lover, In All The Others All She Loves Is Love.