If The Masses Can Love Without Knowing

There Is Nothing In The World So Much Like Prayer As Music Is. ~william Shakespeare

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

Love Is Heavy And Light, Bright And Dark, Hot And Cold, Sick And Healthy, Asleep And Awake- Its Everything Except What It Is! (act 1, Scene 1)

Flower Of This Purple Dye, Hit With Cupid's Archery, Sink In Apple Of His Eye.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.