“the dank night is sweeping down from the sky and the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.” — Virgil Copy Share Image
“Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?” — Virgil Copy Share Image
“But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love, hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood, consumed by… — Virgil Copy Share Image
