The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.

Beauty Is Nothing Else But A Just Accord And Mutual Harmony Of The Members, Animated By A Healthful Constitution.

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.