They Told Me I Was Everything. 'tis

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.

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

Love Moderately. Long Love Doth So. Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow. *love Each Other In Moderation. That Is The Key To Long-lasting Love. Too Fast Is As Bad As Too Slow.*

To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On.

I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And Do My Spiriting Gently.