But Here's The Joy: My Friend And

But We Have Reason To Cool Our Raging Motions, Our Carnal Stings, Our Unbitted Lusts; Whereof I Take This That You Call Love To Bea Sect Or Scion.... It Is Merely A Lust Of The Blood And A Permission Of The Will.

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.

The Pleasant'st Angling Is To See The Fish Cut With Her Golden Oars The Silver Stream And Greedily Devour The Treacherous Bait.

A Victory Is Twice Itself When The Achiever Brings Home Full Numbers.

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.