Think You, If Laura Had

I Live Not In Myself, But I Become Portion Of That Around Me: And To Me High Mountains Are A Feeling, But The Hum Of Human Cities Torture.

Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved But One.

And Doubt And Discord Step 'twixt Thine And Thee.

Sorrow Is Knowledge, Those That Know The Most Must Mourn The Deepest, The Tree Of Knowledge Is Not The Tree Of Life.

Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale In Barrels.