Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, / Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?

The Written Word is a Fairy, as mocking and elusive as Willy Wisp, speaking lying words to us in a feigned voice. So let all readers of books take warning!

But it is best to let sleeping facts lie.

Strange, weird things that no man may say, things Humanity hides away; secretly done, catch the light of the living day.

Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.

Or, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains, holding the doors of Heaven and of Hell.