For Mercy Has A Human Heart Pity,

Without Contraries There Is No Progression.

A Dog Starv'd At The Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State. A Horse Misus'd Upon The Road Calls To Heaven For Human Blood. Each Outcry Of The Hunted Hare A Fibre From The Brain Does Tear, A Skylark Wounded On The Wing, A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

Energy Is Eternal Delight.

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

Embraces Are Comminglings From The Head Even To The Feet, And Not A Pompous High Priest Entering By A Secret Place.