All Love Is Sweet, Given Or Received.

A Single Word Even May Be A Spark Of Inextinguishable Thought

And Many An Ante-natal Tomb Where Butterflies Dream Of The Life To Come.

For This Is The Most Civil Sort Of Lie That Can Be Given To A Man's Face. I Now Say What I Think.

The Moon Of Mahomet Arose, And It Shall Set; While, Blazoned As On Heaven's Immortal Noon, The Cross Leads Generations On.

It Were Much Better That A Sentient Being Should Never Have Existed, Than That It Should Have Existed Only To Endure Unmitigated Misery.