It Is Much Less What We Do

The First And Worst Of All Frauds Is To Cheat One's Self.

Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them Too.

Poetry Is Itself A Thing Of God; He Made His Prophets Poets; And The More We Feel Of Poesie Do We Become Like God In Love And Power,-under-makers.

Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.