None But Blockheads Copy Each Other.

A Divine Image Cruelty Has A Human Heart, And Jealousy A Human Face; Terror The Human Form Divine, And Secresy The Human Dress. The Human Dress Is Forged Iron, The Human Form A Fiery Forge, The Human Face A Furnace Sealed, The Human Heart Its Hungry Gorge.

Do What You Will This Life's A Fiction, And Is Made Up Of Contradiction.

The Fields From Islington To Marybone, To Primrose Hill And Saint John's Wood, Were Builded Over With Pillars Of Gold; And There Jerusalem's Pillars Stood.

Mere Enthusiasm Is The All In All.

Then Cherish Pity, Lest You Drive An Angel From Your Door.