We Love And Understand Talent; We Wish

Love Was As Subtly Caught, As A Disease; But Being Got It Is A Treasure Sweet, Which To Defend Is Harder Than To Get: And Ought Not Be Profaned On Either Part, For Though 'tis Got By Chance, 'tis Kept By Art.

Art Is The Most Passionate Orgy Within Man's Grasp.

Festive Alcohol Sometimes Leads To An Excess Of Honesty.

So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Often.

My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both Parts Must Die.