Call The World If You Please "the

O For A Life Of Sensations Rather Than Of Thoughts!

I Wish You Could Invent Some Means To Make Me At All Happy Without You. Every Hour I Am More And More Concentrated In You; Everything Else Tastes Like Chaff In My Mouth.

His Old Right Hand Lay Nerveless, Listless, Dead, Unsceptred; And His Realmless Eyes Were Closed.

Of Love, That Fairest Joys Give Most Unrest.

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.