Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.

I Trade Both With The Living And The Dead, For The Enrichment Of Our Native Language.

Death Only This Mysterious Truth Unfolds, The Mighty Soul How Small A Body Holds.

Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors Are Lost When Not Concealed.

For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of Your Devotion To Me.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth.