Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On

Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make Thee Believe I Love.

I Have Heard It Said There Is An Art Which In Their Piedness Shares With Great Creating Nature.

I Kissed Thee Ere I Killed Thee. No Way But This, Killing Myself, To Die Upon A Kiss.

Society Is No Comfort, To One Not Sociable.

O, It Is Excellent To Have A Giant's Strength; But It Is Tyrannous To Use It Like A Giant.