Love Is The Greatest Of Dreams, Yet

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

All Difficulties Are Easy When They Are Known.

So Many Miseries Have Craz'd My Voice, That My Woe-wearied Tongue Is Still And Mute.

Love Is Your Master, For He Masters You; And He That Is So Yoked By A Fool Methinks Should Not Be Chronicled For Wise.