So They Loved As Love In Twain

Suit The Action To The Word : The Word To The Action : With This Special Observance That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature.

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.

Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp Sustaining.

If I Had My Mouth, I Would Bite; If I Had My Liberty, I Would Do My Liking. In The Meantime, Let Me Be That I Am, And Seek Not Toalter Me.

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.