When Two Souls Compose A Single Song,

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

A Man Who Has Been In Danger, When He Comes Out Of It Forgets His Fears, And Sometimes He Forgets His Promises.

If Your Life At Night Is Good, You Think You Have Everything; But, If In That Quarter Things Go Wrong, You Will Consider Your Best And Truest Interests Most Hateful.

O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy Form Is The Reflection Of Thy Nature!