Love's Very Pain Is Sweet

The Quick Dreams, The Passion-winged Ministers Of Thought.

In The Infancy Of Society Every Author Is Necessarily A Poet

When Merciless Ambition, Or Mad Zeal, Has Led Two Hosts Of Dupes To Battlefield, That, Blind, They There May Dig Each Other's Graves, And Call The Sad Work Glory.

Of Planets, Struggling Fierce Towards Heaven's Free Wilderness.

The Beauty Of The Internal Nature Cannot Be So Far Concealed By Its Accidental Vesture, But That The Spirit Of Its Form Shall Communicate Itself To The Very Disguise And Indicate The Shape It Hides From The Manner In Which It Is Worn. A Majestic Form And Graceful Motions Will Express Themselves Through The Most Barbarous And Tasteless Costume.