I Ask And Wish Not To Appear

The True Poet Dreams Being Awake.

Since All The Maids Are Good And Lovable, From Whence Come The Bad Wives?

A Clear Fire, A Clean Hearth, And The Rigour Of The Game.

The English Writer, Charles Lamb, Said One Day: "i Hate That Man." "but You Don't Know Him." "of Course, I Don't," Said Lamb. "do You Think I Could Possibly Hate A Man I Know?"

While Childhood, And While Dreams, Producing Childhood, Shall Be Left, Imagination Shall Not Have Spread Her Holy Wings Totally To Fly The Earth.