Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends

History, With All Her Volumes Vast, Hath But One Page.

Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.

The Music, And The Banquet, And The Wine-- The Garlands, The Rose Odors, And The Flowers, The Sparkling Eyes, And Flashing Ornaments-- The White Arms And The Raven Hair--the Braids, And Bracelets; Swan-like Bosoms, And The Necklace, An India In Itself, Yet Dazzling Not.

Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love Is Only Curiosity, As Is Proved By Its End.

Shelley Is Truth Itself And Honour Itself Notwithstanding His Out-of-the-way Notions About Religion.