I Am Rich Beyond The Dreams Of

Faith Goes Out Through The Window When Beauty Comes In At The Door.

The Hours I Spend With You I Look Upon As Sort Of A Perfumed Garden, A Dim Twilight, And A Fountain Singing To It. You And You Alone Make Me Feel That I Am Alive. Other Men It Is Said Have Seen Angels, But I Have Seen Thee And Thou Art Enough.

If I Am Asked 'what Is Good?' My Answer Is That Good Is Good, And That Is The End Of The Matter.

Can't I Another's Face Commend, Or To Her Virtues Be A Friend, But Instantly Your Forehead Louers, As If Her Merit Lessen'd Yours?

I Am Free In Performing An Action If I Could Have Done Otherwise If I Had Chosen To.