My Hair Is Grey, But Not With

Here's A Sigh To Those Who Love Me,and A Smile To Those Who Hate;and, Whatever Sky's Above Me,here's A Heart For Every Fate.

There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose Domestic Treason Plants The Poniard Within The Breast That Trusted To His Truth

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

The Mind Can Make Substance, And People Planets Of Its Own With Beings Brighter Than Have Been, And Give A Breath To Forms Which Can Outlive All Flesh.

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.