Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty

Bring Me My Bow Of Burning Gold: Bring Me My Arrows Of Desire: Bring Me My Spear: O Clouds, Unfold! Bring Me My Chariot Of Fire.

Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid Courted By Incapacity.

One Law For The Lion And Ox Is Oppression.

My Silks And Fine Array, My Smiles And Languished Air, By Love Are Driv'n Away And Mournful Lean Despair Brings Me Yew To Deck My Grave: Such End True Lovers Have.

The Nakedness Of Woman Is The Work Of God.