Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And

Music, I Say, The Most Divine Striker Of The Senses.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

Inquisitiveness Is An Uncomely Guest.

It Is The Nature Of The Strong Heart, That Like The Palm Tree It Strives Ever Upwards When It Is Most Burdened.

He Whom Passion Rules, Is Bent To Meet His Death.