As Soon As There Was

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve

Whoever Loves, If He Do Not Propose The Right True End Of Love, He's One That Goes To Sea For Nothing But To Make Him Sick.

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

Only Our Love Hath No Decay; This, No Tomorrow Hath, Nor Yesterday, Running It Never Runs From Us Away, But Truly Keeps His First, Last, Everlasting Day.

A Man That Is Not Afraid Of A Lion Is Afraid Of A Cat .