Who Would Give A Law

I Who Once Wrote Songs With Keen Delight Am Now By Sorrow Driven To Take Up Melancholy Measures. Wounded Muses Tell Me What I Must Write, And Elegiac Verses Bathe My Face With Real Tears. Not Even Terror Could Drive From Me These Faithful Companions Of My Long Journey. Poetry, Which Was Once The Glory Of My Happy And Flourishing Youth, Is Still My Comfort In This Misery Of My Old Age.

Nothing Is Miserable Unless You Think It So; And On The Other Hand, Nothing Brings Happiness Unless You Are Content With It.

I Scarcely Know The Meaning Of Your Question; Much Less Can I Answer It.

You Know When You Have Found Your Prince Because You Not Only Have A Smile On Your Face But In Your Heart As Well. Love Puts The Fun In Together, The Sad In Apart, And The Joy In A Heart. Who Would Give A Law To Lovers? Love Is Unto Itself A Higher Law.

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