Men's Faults Do Seldom To Themselves Appear.

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

Lovers And Madmen Have Such Seething Brains Such Shaping Fantasies, That Apprehend More Than Cool Reason Ever Comprehends.

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.

Greatness Knows Itself.

Alas, How Love Can Trifle With Itself!