He That Climbs A Ladder Must Begin

I Will But Confess The Sins Of My Green Cloak To My Grey Friar's Frock, And All Shall Be Well Again.

A Sinful Heart Makes Feeble Hand.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven: It Is Not Fantasy's Hot Fire, Whose Wishes Soon As Granted Fly; It Liveth Not In Fierce Desire.

To All, To Each, A Fair Good-night, And Pleasing Dreams, And Slumbers Light.

What I Have To Say Is Far More Important Than How Long My Eyelashes Are.