Black Is A Pearl In A Woman's

Virtue Is Not Malicious; Wrong Done Her Is Righted Even When Men Grant They Err.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.

Man Is A Torch Borne In The Wind; A Dream But Of A Shadow, Summed With All His Substance.

Poetry, Unlike Oratory, Should Not Aim At Clarity... But Be Dense With Meaning, 'something To Be Chewed And Digested'.