Though An Angel Should Write, Still 'tis

This Wretched Brain Gave Way, And I Became A Wreck At Random Driven, Without One Glimpse Of Reason Or Heaven.

It May Help Us, In Those Times Of Trouble, To Remember That Love Is Not Only About Relationship, It Is Also An Affair Of The Soul.

The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never Forgets, But As Truly Loves On To The Close.

Disguise Our Bondage As We Will, 'tis Woman, Woman, Rules Us Still.

All That's Bright Must Fade, The Brightest Still The Fleetest; All That's Sweet Was Made But To Be Lost When Sweetest.