Ye Stars! Which Are The Poetry Of

A Mistress Never Is Nor Can Be A Friend. While You Agree, You Are Lovers; And When It Is Over, Anything But Friends.

Brisk Confidence Still Best With Woman Copes: Pique Her And Soothe In Turn-soon Passion Crowns Thy Hopes.

I Stood Among Them, But Not Of Them: In A Shroud Of Thoughts Which Were Not Their Thoughts.

Think'st Thou Existence Doth Depend On Time? It Doth; But Actions Are Our Epochs.

The Law Of Heaven And Earth Is Life For Life.