The Strongest Passion Which I Have Is

Wan Night, The Shadow Goer, Came Stepping In.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.

Art Is A Man's Nature; Nature Is God's Art.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.

It Is No Great Misfortune To Oblige Ungrateful People, But An Unsupportable One To Be Forced To Be Under An Obligation To A Scoundrel.