Poetry Lifts The Veil From The Hidden

Narrow The Heart That Loves, The Brain That Contemplates, The Life That Wears, The Spirit That Creates One Object, And One Form, And Builds Thereby A Sepulchre For Its Eternity.

At The Very Time That Philosophers Of The Most Enterprising Benevolence Were Founding In Greece Those Institutions Which Have Rendered It The Wonder And Luminary Of The World, Am I Required To Believe That The Weak And Wicked King Of An Obscure And Barbarous Nation, A Murderer, A Traitor And A Tyrant, Was The Man After God's Own Heart?

Gold Is A Living God And Rules In Scorn, All Earthly Things But Virtue.

The More We Study The More We Discover Our Ignorance.

I Have Made My Bed In Charnels And On Coffins, Where Black Death Keeps Record Of The Trophies Won