We that are true lovers run into strange capers.

“Die Welt ist nirgends außer diesen Mauern;Nur Fegefeuer, Qual, die Hölle selbst…”

“Preposterous ass, that never read so farTo know the cause why music was ordain'…”

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poetAre of imagination all compact:One sees mor…”

“When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.”