Follow Your Own Star!

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

Love, That All Gentle Hearts So Quickly Know.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.

He Loves But Little Who Can Say And Count In Words, How Much He Loves.

Love Insists The Loved Loves Back