Soft Pity Enters An Iron Gate.

I Do Love Nothing In The World So Well As You- Is Not That Strange?

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.

A Hand As Fruitful As The Land That Feeds Us; His Dew Falls Everywhere.

This Cold Night Will Turn Us All To Fools And Madmen.

When You Fear A Foe, Fear Crushes Your Strength; And This Weakness Gives Strength To Your Opponents.