if i dont write to empty my mind, i go mad

All who joy would win
Must share it -- Happiness was born a twin.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd

I love not man the less, but nature more

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.