I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

Blood Will Have Blood.

This World Is Not For Aye, Nor 'tis Not Strange That Even Our Loves Should With Our Fortunes Change, For 'tis A Question Left Us Yet To Prove, Whether Love Lead Fortune, Or Else Fortune Love.

Learning Is But An Adjunct To Ourself, And Where We Are Our Learning Likewise Is.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.