Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With

We Do That In Our Zeal Our Calmer Moment Would Be Afraid To Answer.

Love Will Subsist On Wonderfully Little Hope But Not Altogether Without It.

Treason Seldom Dwells With Courage.

Where Shall The Lover Rest, Whom The Fates Sever From His True Maiden's Breast, Parted For Ever? Where, Through Groves Deep And High, Sounds The Far Billow, Where Early Violets Die, Under The Willow.

All Is Possible For Those Who Dare To Die!