Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

By A Divine Instinct, Men's Minds Mistrust Ensuing Danger; As, By Proof, We See The Waters Swell Before A Boisterous Storm.

Nor Shall This Peace Sleep With Her; But As When The Bird Of Wonder Dies, The Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes New-create Another Heir As Great In Admiration As Herself.

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love