But A Book Is Only The Heart's

Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven A Knight So True

Remorse Is Cureless--the Disease Not Even God--can Heal-- For 'tis His Institution--and The Adequate Of Hell

Assent - And You Are Sane - Demur - And You're Straightaway Dangerous - And Handled With A Chain.

Nature Is What We Know - Yet Have Not Art To Say - So Impotent Our Wisdom Is To Her Simplicity.

A Power Of Butterfly Must Be - The Aptitude To Fly Meadows Of Majesty Concedes And Easy Sweeps Of Sky -