A Kiss Is A Rosy Dot Over

Prometheus Heretofore Went Up To Heaven, And Stole Fire From Thence. Have Not I As Much Boldness As He?

She Is A Mortal Danger To All Men. She Is Beautiful Without Knowing It, And Possesses Charms That She's Not Even Aware Of. She Is Like A Trap Set By Nature - A Sweet Perfumed Rose In Whose Petals Cupid Lurks In Ambush! Anyone Who Has Seen Her Smile Has Known Perfection. She Instills Grace In Every Common Thing And Divinity In Every Careless Gesture. Venus In Her Shell Was Never So Lovely, And Diana In The Forest Never So Graceful As You.

For An Apple Is In It Self A Little Universe; The Seed, Hotter Than The Other Parts Thereof, Is Its Sun, Which Diffuses About It Self That Natural Heat Which Preserves Its Globe: And In The Onion, The Germ Is The Little Sun Of That Little World, Which Vivifies And Nourishes The Vegetative Salt Of That Little Mass.

Well - When I Write My Book, And Tell The Tale Of My Adventures - All These Little Stars That Shake Out Of My Cloak - I Must Save Those To Use For Asterisks.

To Tell The Truth, The Chariot Was An Astonishing Sight To Behold, Because I Had Polished The Steel Of My Flying House So Carefully That It Reflected The Sunlight On All Sides. It Was So Bright And Dazzling That I Thought, Myself, That I Had Been Carried Away In A Chariot Of Fire.