Let Not The World See

Alas, That Love, So Gentle In His View, Should Be So Tyrannous And Rough In Proof! *it’s Sad. Love Looks Like A Nice Thing, But It’s Actually Very Rough When You Experience It.*

I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son Is Mad.

One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.

Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.