Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.

Love With Delight Discourses In My Mindupon My Lady's Admirable Gifts...beyond The Range Of Human Intellect.

You Shall Leave Everything You Love.

We Are But A Day In This World, And In That Day The Fashion Is Changed A Thousand Times: All Seek Liberty, Yet All Deprive Themselves Of It.

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

At This High Moment, Ability Failed My Capacity To Describe.