There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More

Nothing Mortal Is Enduring, And There Is Nothing Sweet Which Does Not Presently End In Bitterness.

I Freeze And Burn, Love Is Bitter And Sweet, My Sighs Are Tempests And My Tears Are Floods, I Am In Ecstasy And Agony, I Am Possessed By Memories Of Her And I Am In Exile From Myself.

Mere Elegance Of Language Can Produce At Best But An Empty Renown.

How Fortune Brings To Earth The Over-sure!

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.