Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below, and the saints above, for love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,
My gentle guide, in following thee.
All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.
It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.
I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!