Oh That Simplicity And Innocence Its Own

Underneath Day's Azure Eyes, Ocean's Nursling, Venice Lies, A Peopled Labyrinth Of Walls, Amphitrite's Destined Halls

To Hearts Which Near Each Other Move From Evening Close To Morning Light,the Night Is Good; Because, My Love,they Never Say Good-night.

Tragedy Delights By Affording A Shadow Of The Pleasure Which Exists In Pain.

Titles Are Tinsel, Power A Corrupter, Glorya Bubble, And Excessive Wealth A Libel On Its Possessor.

His Fine Wit Makes Such A Wound, The Knife Is Lost In It.