We Are But A Day In This

L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre Stelle (the Love That Moves The Sun And The Other Stars)

Love With Delight Discourses In My Mindupon My Lady's Admirable Gifts...beyond The Range Of Human Intellect.

He Is Not Always At Ease Who Laughs.

Love And The Gentle Heart Are But The Same Thing.

Those Ancients Who In Poetry Presented The Golden Age, Who Sang Its Happy State, Perhaps, In Their Parnassus, Dreamt This Place. Here, Mankind's Root Was Innocent; And Here Were Every Fruit And Never-ending Spring; These Streams--the Nectar Of Which Poets Sing.