I Long To Hear The Story Of

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

For Many Men That Stumble At The Threshold Are Well Foretold That Danger Lurks Within.

This World Is Not For Aye, Nor 'tis Not Strange That Even Our Loves Should With Our Fortunes Change, For 'tis A Question Left Us Yet To Prove, Whether Love Lead Fortune, Or Else Fortune Love.