I Am Not Now That Which I

This Is The Age Of Oddities Let Loose.

Friendship May, And Often Does, Grow Into Love, But Love Never Subsides Into Friendship.

A Feast Not Profuse But Elegant; More Of Salt [refinement] Than Of Expense.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!