Love Sees With The Heart And Not

For What Is Wedlock Forced But A Hell, An Age Of Discord And Continual Strife? Whereas The Contrary Bringeth Bliss, And Is A Pattern Of Celestial Peace.

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

The Moon's An Arrant Thief, And Her Pale Fire She Snatches From The Sun.

To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder, In The Most Terrible And Nimble Stroke Of Quick, Cross Lightning.

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief