I Shall Show The Cinders Of My

Things In Motion Sooner Catch The Eye Than What Not Stirs.

What E'er You Are That In This Desert Inaccessible, Under The Shade Of Melancholy Boughs, Lose And Neglect The Creeping Hours Of Time.

For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth Done.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.