What Delusion Has Come Over Me? What

I Am Always Easy Of Belief When The Creed Pleases Me.

I Am No Bird; And No Net Ensnares Me; I Am A Free Human Being With An Independent Will.

Fair As A Lily, And Not Only The Pride Of Life, But The Desire Of His Eyes

I Looked, And Had An Acute Pleasure In Looking,--a Precious Yet Poignant Pleasure; Pure Gold, With A Steely Point Of Agony: A Pleasure Like What The Thirst-perishing Man Might Feel Who Knows The Well To Which He Has Crept Is Poisoned, Yet Stoops And Drinks Divine Draughts Nevertheless.

I Grant An Ugly Woman Is A Blot On The Fair Face Of Creation; But As To The Gentleman, Let Them Be Solicitous To Possess Only Strength And Valour: Let Their Motto Be:hunt, Shoot, And Fight: The Rest Is Not Worth A Flip.