Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You

Death Had His Grudge Against Me, And He Got Up In The Way, Like An Armed Robber, With A Pike In His Hand.

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

Often On Earth The Gentlest Heart Is Fain To Feed And Banquet On Another's Woe.

For Style Beyond The Genius Never Dares.

I Freeze And Burn, Love Is Bitter And Sweet, My Sighs Are Tempests And My Tears Are Floods, I Am In Ecstasy And Agony, I Am Possessed By Memories Of Her And I Am In Exile From Myself.