Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.

Where Doubt There Truth Is - 'tis Her Shadow.

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.

Fulfill Thy Fate! Be-do-bear-and Thank God.

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.