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Well, We've Been Lucky Devils Both And There Is No Need For A Pledge Or Oath To Bind Our Lovely Friendship Fast, By Firmer Stuff Close Bound Enough.

Love Is A Universal Migraine. A Bright Stain On The Vision, Blotting Out Reason.

I Made No More Protests. What Was The Use Of Struggling Against Fate

As You Are Woman, So Be Lovely: As You Are Lovely, So Be Various, Merciful As Constant, Constant As Various, So Be Mine, As I Yours For Ever.

Nine-tenths Of English Poetic Literature Is The Result Either Of Vulgar Careerism Or Of A Poet Trying To Keep His Hand In. Most Poets Are Dead By Their Late Twenties.