Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am

Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry - Lest We Lose Our Edens, Eve And I.

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.

A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To See.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

In This World, Who Can Do A Thing, Will Not; And Who Would Do It, Cannot, I Perceive: Yet The Will's Somewhat — Somewhat, Too, The Power — And Thus We Half-men Struggle.