Love Seeketh Not Itself To Please, Nor

Every Man Who Is Not An Artist Is A Traitor To His Own Nature.

The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls Are Threshed From Their Husks.

Grown Old In Love From Seven Till Seven Times Seven,i Oft Have Wished For Hell For Ease From Heaven.

Love's Secret Never Seek To Tell Thy Love, Love That Never Told Can Be; For The Gentle Wind Doth Move Silently, Invisibly. I Told My Love, I Told My Love, I Told Her All My Heart, Trembling, Cold, In Ghastly Fears. Ah! She Did Depart! Soon After She Was Gone From Me, A Traveller Came By, Silently, Invisibly: He Took Her With A Sigh.

To Be An Error And To Be Cast Out Is A Part Of God's Design.