I Created A Vision Of David In

If I Love In Thee, Beloved, Only What Thou Lovest Most, Do Not Be Angry; For So One Spirit Is Enamoured Of Another.

No Thought Is Born In Me That Does Not Bear The Image Of Death.

My Beard Towards Heaven, I Feel My Nape Support / The Back Of My Head, I Grow The Breast Of A Harpy / And My Brush As It Drips Continually / Upon My Face, Makes It A Gorgeous Floor.

Genius Is Eternal Patience.

I Feast On Wine And Bread, And Feasts They Are.