How Fortune Brings To Earth The Over-sure!

While Life Is In Your Body, You Have The Rein Of All Thoughts In Your Hands.

What Name To Call Thee By, O Virgin Fair, I Know Not, For Thy Looks Are Not Of Earth And More Than Mortal Seems Thy Countenances

Man Has Not A Greater Enemy Than Himself.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.

In My Younger Days I Struggled Constantly With An Overwhelming But Pure Love Affair - My Only One, And I Would Have Struggled With It Longer Had Not Premature Death, Bitter But Salutary For Me, Extinguished The Cooling Flames. I Certainly Wish I Could Say That I Have Always Been Entirely Free From Desires Of The Flesh, But I Would Be Lying If I Did.