Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.

All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

The more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love... and, mirror-like... each soul reflects the other.

The mind which is created quick to love, is responsive to everything that is pleasing, soon as by pleasure it is awakened into activity. Your apprehensive faculty draws an impression from a real object, and unfolds it within you, so that it makes the mind turn thereto. And if, being turned, it inclines towards it, that inclination is love; that is nature, which through pleasure is bound anew within you.

You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.

To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.

He who shall never be divided from me kissed my mouth all trembling.