We Cannot Fight For Love,

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.

Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink. --romeo

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light