But What Is Past My Help Is

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.

Oh, Love Will Make A Dog Howl In Rhyme.

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

But What Is Past My Help Is Past My Care.

The True Way To Gain Much Is Never To Desire To Gain Too Much.