A Single Word Often Betrays A Great

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

Do Not They Bring It To Pass By Knowing That They Know Nothing At All?

Is A Faith Without Action A Sincere Faith?

Too Much Virtue Can Be Criminal.