Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.
Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything.
People die . . . so love them every day. Beauty fades . . . so look before it's gone. Love changes . . . but not the love you give. And if you love, you'll never be alone.
Image of rugged cliffs And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.