In Time We Hate That Which We

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.