When I Wished To Sing Of Love,

The Greatest Misfortune Of The Wise Man And The Greatest Unhappiness Of The Fool Are Based Upon Convention.

When All Hopes Of Recognition Or Honor Have Faded Into Distant Memory, When Purity Of Heart Meets Sorrow Of Mind, When All The World Seems To Walk In Blindness And Yet A Man Works Without Wearying For That Which He Loves...only In This Moment Is Passion Truly Understood

Every Night When I Go To Bed, I Hope That I May Never Wake Again, And Every Morning Renews My Grief.

Our Castle Is Not Imposing, But Is Well Built, And Surrounded By A Very Fine Garden. I Live In The Bailiff's House.

There Are Eight Girls In The House In Which I Am Living, And Practically All Of Them Are Good Looking. You Can Realize That I Am Kept Busy.