Joys Impregnate. Sorrows Bring Forth.

The Modest Rose Puts Forth A Thorn,the Humble Sheep A Threat'ning Horn:while The Lily White Shall In Love Delight,nor A Thorn Nor A Threat Stain Her Beauty Bright.

Never Seek To Tell Thy Love; Love That Never Told Can Be. For The Gentle Wind Does Move Silently.. Invisibly.

Execution Is The Chariot Of Genius.

You Become What You Behold.

To My Eye Rubens' Colouring Is Most Contemptible. His Shadows Are A Filthy Brown Somewhat The Colour Of Excrement.