Death Is Another Life.

I Cannot Love As I Have Loved, And Yet I Know Not Why; It Is The One Great Woe Of Life To Feel All Feeling Die.

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

The Truth Is Perilous Never To The True, Nor Knowledge To The Wise; And To The Fool, And To The False, Error And Truth Alike, Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

For As Nightingales Do Upon Glow-worms Feed, So Poets Live Upon The Living Light.