Doubting Charms Me Not Less Than Knowledge.

This Sorrow Weighs Upon The Melancholy Souls Of Those Who Lived Without Infamy Or Praise.

These Have Not The Hope To Die.

There Is No Greater Sorrow Than To Recall Happiness In Times Of Misery.

In The Midway Of This Our Mortal Life, I Found Me In A Gloomy Wood, Astray, Gone From The Path Direct.

It Is No Learning To Understand What You Do Not Retain.