A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.

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

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.