There Are Few Cases In Which Mere

The Generous Critic Fann'd The Poet's Fire, And Taught The World With Reason To Admire.

And The Raven, Never Flitting, Still Is Sitting, Still Is Sitting...

The Sole Purpose Is To Provide Infinite Springs, At Which The Soul May Allay The Eternal Thirst To Know Which Is Forever Unquenchable Within It, Since To Quench It, Would Be To Extinguish The Soul's Self.

It Was Night, And The Rain Fell; And Falling, It Was Rain, But, Having Fallen, It Was Blood.

Man Is An Animal That Diddles, And There Is No Animal That Diddles But Man.