Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue

Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

How Fortune Brings To Earth The Over-sure!

For Death Betimes Is Comfort, Not Dismay, And Who Can Rightly Die Needs No Delay.

How Quick The Old Woe Follows A Little Bliss!

In My Younger Days I Struggled Constantly With An Overwhelming But Pure Love Affair - My Only One, And I Would Have Struggled With It Longer Had Not Premature Death, Bitter But Salutary For Me, Extinguished The Cooling Flames. I Certainly Wish I Could Say That I Have Always Been Entirely Free From Desires Of The Flesh, But I Would Be Lying If I Did.