What Joy Is Better Than The News

All's Love, Yet All's Law.

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

God Be Thanked, The Meanest Of His Creatures Boasts Two Soul-sides, One To Face The World With, One To Show A Woman When He Loves Her.

Tis Man's To Explore Up And Down, Inch By Inch, With The Taper His Reason.