He Is Not Great Who Is Not

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not Love.

Love Is Not Love That Alters When It Alteration Finds.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes, Bliss In Our Brows' Bent; None Our Parts So Poor But Was A Race Of Heaven.

What Stronger Breastplate Than A Heart Untainted! Thrice Is He Arm'd, That Hath His Quarrel Just.