Now What I Love In Women Is,

For A Man To Become A Poet (witness Petrarch And Dante), He Must Be In Love, Or Miserable.

Socrates Said, Our Only Knowledge Was "to Know That Nothing Could Be Known;" A Pleasant Science Enough, Which Levels To An Ass Each Man Of Wisdom, Future, Past, Or Present. Newton, (that Proverb Of The Mind,) Alas! Declared, With All His Grand Discoveries Recent, That He Himself Felt Only "like A Youth Picking Up Shells By The Great Ocean-truth."

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.

Where Are The Forms The Sculptor's Soul Hath Seized? In Him Alone, Can Nature Show As Fair?

We Are All Selfish And I No More Trust Myself Than Others With A Good Motive.