Love, One Time, Layeth Burdens; Another Time,

A Popular License Is Indeed The Many-headed Tyrant.

Misery And Misfortune Is All One; And Of Misfortune Fortune Hath Only The Gift.

There Is A Certain Delicacy Which In Yielding Conquers; And With A Pitiful Look Makes One Find Cause To Crave Help One's Self.

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

Plato Found Fault That The Poets Of His Time Filled The World With Wrong Opinions Of The Gods, Making Light Tales Of That Unspotted Essence, And Therefore Would Not Have The Youth Depraved With Such Opinions.