Myself When Young Did Eagerly Frequent Doctor

Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor There.

How Sad, A Heart That Does Not Know How To Love, That Does Not Know What It Is To Be Drunk With Love. If You Are Not In Love, How Can You Enjoy The Blinding Light Of The Sun, The Soft Light Of The Moon?

Alas, That Spring Should Vanish With The Rose! That Youths Sweet-scented Manuscript Should Close!

The Secret Must Be Kept From All Non-people. The Mystery Must Be Hidden From All Idiots.

And This I Know; Whether The One True Light Kindle To Love, Or Wrath Consume Me Quite, One Flash Of It Within The Tavern Caught Better Than In The Temple Lost Outright.