We That Are True Lovers Run Into

Thus We Play The Fool With The Time And The Spirits Of The Wise Sit In The Clouds And Mock Us.

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.

There Is Nothing In The World So Much Like Prayer As Music Is. ~william Shakespeare

Though Those That Are Betray'd Do Feel The Treason Sharply, Yet The Traitor Stands In Worse Case Of Woe

Look, What Envious Streaks Do Lace The Severing Clouds In Yonder East! Night's Candles Are Burnt Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tip-toe On The Misty Mountain-tops.