Men Love In Haste, But They Detest

Dim With The Mist Of Years, Gray Flits The Shade Of Power.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

Hatred Is The Madness Of The Heart.

Do Proper Homage To Thine Idol's Eyes; But No Too Humbly, Or She Will Despise Thee And Thy Suit, Though Told In Moving Tropes: Disguise Even Tenderness If Thou Art Wise.

That Prose Is A Verse, And Verse Is A Prose; Convincing All, By Demonstrating Plain – Poetic Souls Delight In Prose Insane