Nothing Is More Completely The Child Of

...crystal And Hearts Would Lose All Their Merit In The World If It Were Not For Their Fragility.

Never Was Flattery Lost On A Poet's Ear; A Simple Race, They Waste Their Toil For The Vain Tribute Of A Smile.

What I Have To Say Is Far More Important Than How Long My Eyelashes Are.

One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is Worth An Age Without A Name

And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born, Who Read To Doubt, Or Read To Scorn.