If The Poet Has Pursued A Moral

Where Ever I Am Not Is The Place Where I Am Myself.

A Sweetheart Is A Bottle Of Wine, A Wife Is A Wine Bottle.

There Can Be No Progress-real, Moral Prgress-except In The Individual And By The Individual Himself.

Drink Wine, Drink Poetry, Drink Virtue.

It Is The Pleasure Of Astonishing Others, And The Proud Satisfaction Of Never Being Astonished By Them.