Out Of Chaos God Made A World,

But Every Fool Describes, In These Bright Days, His Wondrous Journey To Some Foreign Court, And Spawns His Quarto, And Demands Your Praise,-- Death To His Publisher, To Him 'tis Sport.

Come What May, I Have Been Blest.

Adversity Is The First Path To Truth.

Out Of Chaos God Made A World, And Out Of High Passions Comes A People.

In Secret We Met - In Silence I Grieve, That Thy Heart Could Forget, Thy Spirit Deceive. If I Should Meet Thee After Long Years, How Should I Greet Thee? - With Silence And Tears