Love Works A Different Way In Different

If One Must Be Rejected, One Succeed, Make Him My Lord Within Whose Faithful Breast Is Fixed My Image, And Who Loves Me Best.

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.

When I Consider Life, It Is All A Cheat. Yet Fooled With Hope, People Favor This Deceit.

Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.