For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

A Breath Thou Art, Servile To All The Skyey Influences.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.

With Caution Judge Of Probability. Things Deemed Unlikely, E'en Impossible, Experience Oft Hath Proved To Be True.

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!