Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And

There Is In True Beauty, As In Courage, Somewhat Which Narrow Souls Cannot Dare To Admire.

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.

No Mask Like Open Truth To Cover Lies, As To Go Naked Is The Best Disguise.

I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion, I Loathe The Country.

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.