As Good Luck Would Have

Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

Be Wary Then; Best Safety Lies In Fear.

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

Short Summers Lightly Have A Forward Spring.

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.