Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.

Fiction Is Of The Essence Of Poetry As Well As Of Painting; There Is A Resemblance In One Of Human Bodies, Things, And Actions Which Are Not Real, And In The Other Of A True Story By Fiction.

Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures No Tie, And Jove But Laughs At Lovers' Perjury.

Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

Only Man Clogs His Happiness With Care, Destroying What Is With Thoughts Of What May Be.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.