I Know A Place Where The Wild

When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put On Their Cloaks; When Great Leaves Fall Then Winter Is At Hand.

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.

What? Do I Love Her, That I Desire To Hear Her Speak Again, And Feast Upon Her Eyes

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

This Thought Is As A Death.