Doubt Is The Shadow Of Truth.

Man Is A Military Animal, Glories In Gunpowder, And Loves Parade.

Ask Not Of Me, Love, What Is Love? Ask What Is Good Of God Above; Ask Of The Great Sun What Is Light; Ask What Is Darkness Of The Night; Ask Sin Of What May Be Forgiven; Ask What Is Happiness Of Heaven; Ask What Is Folly Of The Crowd; Ask What Is Fashion Of The Shroud; Ask What Is Sweetness Of Thy Kiss; Ask Of Thyself What Beauty Is.

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.

For As Nightingales Do Upon Glow-worms Feed, So Poets Live Upon The Living Light.