Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

There Are No Secrets That Time Does Not Reveal.

Felicity Is In Possession, Happiness In Anticipation.

I Loved You When You Were Unfaithful; What Would I Have Done If You Were True?

To Save Our Imperiled Honor Everything Must Be Sacrificed, Even Virtue.