When Falls The Coliseum, Rome Shall Fall;

The Poetry Of Speech.

Fills The Air Around With Beauty.

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.

There Is Something Pagan In Me That I Cannot Shake Off. In Short, I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.