Cured Yesterday Of My Disease, I Died

Fantastic Tyrant Of The Amorous Heart. How Hard Thy Yoke, How Cruel Thy Dart. Those Escape Your Anger Who Refuse Your Sway, And Those Are Punished Most, Who Most Obey.

Cured Yesterday Of My Disease, I Died Last Night Of My Physician.

Who Fastest Walks, But Walks Astray, Is Only Furthest From His Way.