If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
That which we are, we are.
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.