No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful land of Nod

The human Will, that force unseen,The offspring of a deathless Soul,Can hew the way to any goal,Though walls of granite intervene.

Lean on thyself until thy strength is tried;Then ask God's help; it will not be denied.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood /no more /to man, and love to a woman is life or death.