God! Thou Art Love! I Build My

A Minute's Success Pays The Failure Of Years.

Shun Death, Is My Advice.

Things Are Where Things Are, And, As Fate Has Willed, So Shall They Be Fulfilled.

Kiss Me As If You Made Believe You Were Not Sure This Eve, How My Face, Your Flower, Had Pursed It's Petals Up.

Women Hate A Debt As Men A Gift.