Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w

We Make Trifles Of Terrors, Ensconcing Ourselves Into Seeming Knowledge, When We Should Submit Ourselves To An Unknown Fear.

Absence Doth Sharpen Love, Presence Strengthens It; The One Brings Fuel, The Other Blows It Till It Burns Clear.

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

For To Define True Madness, What Is't But To Be Nothing Else But Mad?

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You