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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.

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity. It Is The Divine Bosom Into Which We Shall All Go After Death Of The Vegetative Body.

It Is An Easy Thing To Talk Of Patience To The Afflicted.

God Keep Me From The Divinity Of Yes And Nothe Yea Nay Creeping Jesus, From Supposing Up And Down To Be The Same Thing As Allexperimentalists Must Suppose.

Mere Enthusiasm Is The All In All... / Passion And Expression Are Beauty Itself.