Proud, Then, Clear-eyed And Laughing,

I Have Need To Busy My Heart With Quietude.

There's Little Comfort In The Wise

Love Is A Breach In The Walls, A Broken Gate, Love Sells The Proud Heart's Citadel To Fate.

But There's Wisdom In Women, Of More Than They Have Known, And Thoughts Go Blowing Through Them, Are Wiser Than Their Own.

Oh! Death Will Find Me Long Before I Tire Of Watching You.