Yet In Our Ashen Cold Is Fire

A Love Grown Old Is Not The Love Once New.

For In Their Hearts Doth Nature Stir Them So Then People Long On Pilgrimage To Go And Palmers To Be Seeking Foreign Strands To Distant Shrines Renowned In Sundry Lands.

Alas, Alas, That Ever Love Was Sin! I Ever Followed Natural Inclination Under The Power Of My Constellation And Was Unable To Deny, In Truth, My Chamber Of Venus To A Likely Youth.

The Devil Can Only Destroy Those Who Are Already On Their Way To Damnation.

There's Never A New Fashion But It's Old.