I Love Hanging And Drawing And Quartering

It Is An Easy Thing To Talk Of Patience To The Afflicted.

To See A World In A Grain Of Sand And A Heaven In A Wildflower.

Where Lambs Have Nibbled, Silent Moves The Feet Of Angels Bright; Unseen They Pour Blessing, And Joy Without Ceasing, On Each Bud And Blossom, And Each Sleeping Bosom.

Poetry Fettered Fetters The Human Race.

The Man Who Never In His Mind & Thoughts Travel'd To Heaven Is No Artist.