The Dower Of Great Beauty Has Always

What Law, What Reason Can Deny That Gift So Sweet, So Natural That God Has Given A Stream, A Fish, A Beast, A Bird?

Speak No Evil Of Women; I Tell Thee The Meanest Of Them Deserves Respect; For Of Women Do We Not All Come?

Dreams Are Rough Copies Of The Waking Soul Yet Uncorrected Of The Higher Will, So That Men Sometimes In Their Dreams Confess An Unsuspected, Or Forgotten, Self; -since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, Are Akin In Missing Each That Salutory Rein Of Reason, And The Grinding Will Of Man.

When Love Is Not Madness, It Is Not Love.

Restless Sunflower; Cease To Move.