Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

Then Love-devouring Death Do What He Dare.

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

I Understand A Fury In Your Words But Not Your Words.

My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.