The Soul Of Sweet Delight, Can Never

O Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race?

For I Dance And Drink And Sing, Till Some Blind Hand Shall Brush My Wing. If Thought Is Life And Strength And Breath And The Want Of Thought Is Death Then Am I A Happy Fly If I Live Or If I Die

When Sir Joshua Reynolds Died All Nature Was Degraded

If You Trap The Moment Before It's Ripe, The Tears Of Repentence You'll Certainly Wipe; But If Once You Let The Ripe Moment Go You Can Never Wipe Off The Tears Of Woe.

I Must Create A System, Or Be Enslav'd By Another Man's.