I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
You abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.
My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.
A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.
Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France