Dreams Are The Children Of

Where Love Is Great, The Littlest Doubts Are Fear; Where Little Fears Grow Great, Great Love Grows There.

If Thou Remeber'st Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Into, Thou Hast Not Lov'd

Twere To Consider Too Curiously, To Consider So.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors Accumulate.