Death Forerunneth Love To Win "sweetest Eyes

Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before They Grow The Ivy.

Eve Is A Twofold Mystery.

Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

World's Use Is Cold, World's Love Is Vain, World's Cruelty Is Bitter Bane; But Is Not The Fruit Of Pain.

What We Call Life Is A Condition Of The Soul. And The Soul Must Improve In Happiness And Wisdom, Except By Its Own Fault. These Tears In Our Eyes, These Faintings Of The Flesh, Will Not Hinder Such Improvement.