And Is He Honest Who Resists His

The Soul Of Sweet Delight, Can Never Be Defiled.

I Have No Name: I Am But Two Days Old. What Shall I Call Thee? I Happy Am, Joy Is My Name. Sweet Joy Befall Thee!

Without Contraries There Is No Progression.

As I Was Walking Among The Fires Of Hell, Delighted With The Enjoyments Of Genius; Which To Angels Look Like Torment And Insanity, I Collected Some Of Their Proverbs.

The Naked Women's Body Is A Portion Of Eternity Too Great For The Eye Of Man.