Love Denied Blights The Soul We Owe

Dissembling Courtesy! How Fine This Tyrant Can Trickle When She Wounds!

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine, Whose Weakness, Married To Thy Stronger State, Makes Me With Thy Strength To Communicate.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That It Alone Is High Fantastical.