Though She Be But Little, She Is

A Sympathy In Choice.

The Truest Poetry Is The Most Feigning.

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

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

Love Like A Shadow Flies When Substance Love Pursues Pursuing That That Flies, And Flying What Pursues.