Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages

As The Master So The Valet.

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.

The Heart Is Its Own Fate.

The Strongest Passion Which I Have Is Honor.

Ask Not Of Me, Love, What Is Love? Ask What Is Good Of God Above; Ask Of The Great Sun What Is Light; Ask What Is Darkness Of The Night; Ask Sin Of What May Be Forgiven; Ask What Is Happiness Of Heaven; Ask What Is Folly Of The Crowd; Ask What Is Fashion Of The Shroud; Ask What Is Sweetness Of Thy Kiss; Ask Of Thyself What Beauty Is.