The Glory Of Him Who Moves Everything

... Nessun Maggior Dolore Che Ricordarsi Del Tempo Felice Nella Miseria. (there Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember A Happy Time When One Is In Misery.)

No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance Of Happiness When In Misery.

Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.

When We Encountered A Band Of Souls Coming Along The Barrier, And Each Was Gazing At Us In The Evening People Gaze At One Another Under The New Moon

For She Doth Make My Veins And Pulses Tremble.