Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

Love Like A Shadow Flies When Substance Love Pursues Pursuing That That Flies, And Flying What Pursues.

Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of Days Outworn.

The Heart Hath Treble Wrong When It Is Barr'd The Aidance Of The Tongue.

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.