Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.

My sun sets to rise again.

We loved, sir - used to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was - But then, how it was sweet!

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

Transforma-se o amador na cousa amada, Por virtude do muito imaginar; Nao tenho, logo, mais que desejar, Pois em mim tenho a parte desejada.

Amid the seeming confusion of our mysterious world, individuals are so nicely adjusted to a system, and systems to one another and to a whole, that, by steppin…

Uccello cello cello I love myself.