Who Wooed In Haste, And Means To

All Thy Vexations Were But My Trials Of Thy Love, And Thou Hast Strangely Stood The Test; Here, Afore Heaven, I Ratify This My Rich Gift.

Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say.

The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His Revenges.

The Apprehension Of The Good Gives But The Greater Feeling To The Worse.

War Is No Strife To The Dark House And The Detested Wife.