A True King Is Neither

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

There Are Secret Ties, There Are Sympathies, By The Sweet Relationship Of Which Souls That Are Well Matched Attach Themselves To Each Other, And Are Affected By I Know Not What, Which Cannot Be Explained

Your Heart Is Mine; There I Reign. I Am Content.

I Have Deserved Neither So Much Honor Or So Much Disgrace.

Omnipotence Is Bought With Ceaseless Fear.