God Who Sends The Wound Sends The

Nor Has His Death The World Deceiv'd Than His Wondrous Life Surprise D; If He Like A Madman Liv'd Least He Like A Wise One Dy'd.

The Reason For The Unreason With Which You Treat My Reason , So Weakens My Reason That With Reason I Complain Of Your Beauty.

Time Ripens All Things; No Man Is Born Wise.

The Eyes Those Silent Tongues Of Love.

Miracle Me No Miracles.