Jesters Do Oft Prove Prophets.

I Do Know Of These That Therefore Only Are Reputed Wise For Saying Nothing.

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.