Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any

I Long To Talk With Some Old Lover's Ghost, Who Died Before The God Of Love Was Born.

No Man Is An Island Unto Himself.

Men Have Conceived A Twofold Use Of Sleep; It Is A Refreshing Of The Body In This Life, And A Preparing Of The Soul For The Next.

There Is In Every Miracle A Silent Chiding Of The World, And A Tacit Reprehension Of Them Who Require, Or Who Need Miracles.

To Rage, To Lust, To Write To, To Commend, All Is The Purlieu Of The God Of Love.