None But God Can Fill The Perfect

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.

Not A Single Path Of Thought I Tread, But That It Leads To God.

Obey Thy Genius, For A Minister It Is Unto The Throne Of Fate. Draw To Thy Soul, And Centralize The Rays Which Are Around Of The Divinity.