Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.

What We Determine We Often Break. Purpose Is But The Slave To Memory.

I See A Woman May Be Made A Fool, If She Had Not A Spirit To Resist.

He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My Matter.