He Who Desires, But Acts Not, Breeds

Forgive What You Do Not Approve & Love Me For This Energetic Exertion Of My Talent

For I Dance And Drink And Sing, Till Some Blind Hand Shall Brush My Wing. If Thought Is Life And Strength And Breath And The Want Of Thought Is Death Then Am I A Happy Fly If I Live Or If I Die

A Dog Starved At His Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State.

The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God.

Ah, Sunflower, Weary Of Time, Who Countest The Steps Of The Sun, Seeking After That Sweet Golden Clime Where The Traveller's Journey Is Done; Where The Youth Pined Away With Desire And The Pale Virgin Shrouded In Snow Arise From Their Graves, And Aspire Where My Sunflower Wishes To Go.