The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls

Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty Displayed.

Great Things Are Done When Men And Mountains Meet.

To Chloe's Breast Young Cupid Slily Stole, But He Crept In At Myra's Pocket-hole.

Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid Courted By Incapacity.

The Vision Of Christ That Thou Dost See, Is My Vision's Greatest Enemy. Thine Is The Friend Of All Mankind, Mine Speaks In Parables To The Blind. Thine Loves The Same World That Mine Hates, Thy Heaven-doors Are My Hell Gates.