Grief Is Fantastical, And Loves The Dead,

Christians Have Burnt Each Other, Quite Persuaded. That All The Apostles Would Have Done As They Did.

And Angling Too, That Solitary Vice, What Izaak Walton Sings Or Says: The Quaint, Old, Cruel Coxcomb, In His Gullet Should Have A Hook, And A Small Trout To Pull It.

Yes, Love Indeed Is Light From Heaven; A Spark Of That Immortal Fire With Angels Shared, By Allah Given To Lift From Earth Our Low Desire.

Here's A Sigh To Those Who Love Me,and A Smile To Those Who Hate;and, Whatever Sky's Above Me,here's A Heart For Every Fate.

Be Hypocritical, Be Cautious, Be Not What You Seem But Always What You See.