Love, One Time, Layeth Burdens; Another Time,

There Is A Certain Delicacy Which In Yielding Conquers; And With A Pitiful Look Makes One Find Cause To Crave Help One's Self.

A Churlish Courtesy Rarely Comes But Either For Gain Or Falsehood.

Give Tribute, But Not Oblation, To Human Wisdom.

Honor, Thou Strong Idol Of Man's Mind.

My Thoughts, Imprisoned In My Secret Woes, With Flamy Breaths Do Issue Oft In Sound.