I Will Clamber Through The Clouds And

Pleasure Is Oft A Visitant; But Pain Clings Cruelly To Us.

I Am Certain I Have Not A Right Feeling Towards Women -- At This Moment I Am Striving To Be Just To Them, But I Cannot. Is It Because They Fall So Far Beneath My Boyish Imagination? When I Was A Schoolboy I Thought A Fair Woman A Pure Goddess; My Mind Was A Soft Nest In Which Some One Of Them Slept, Though She Knew It Not.

When It Is Moving On Luxurious Wings, The Soul Is Lost In Pleasant Smotherings.

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever

There Was An Awful Rainbow Once In Heaven: We Know Her Woof, Her Texture; She Is Given In The Dull Catalogue Of Common Things. Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.