Take All Away From Me, But Leave

Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's Expensive Smile Is Earned.

So Proud She Was To Die It Made Us All Ashamed That What We Cherished, So Unknown To Her Desire Seemed. So Satisfied To Go Where None Of Us Should Be, Immediately, That Anguish Stooped Almost To Jealousy.

The Possible's Slow Fuse Is Lit By The Imagination.

There Is No Frigate Like A Book To Take Us Lands Away Nor Any Coursers Like A Page Of Prancing Poetry.

Opinion Is A Flitting Thing But Truth Outlasts The Sun.