Love Sees With The Heart And Not

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

Friendly Counsel Cuts Off Many Foes.

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes At Least Affection's Edge In Me.