Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate

The Heart Is Its Own Fate.

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows Us Truths.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

The Poet's Pen Is The True Divining Rod Which Trembles Towards The Inner Founts Of Feeling; Bringing To Light And Use, Else Hid From All, The Many Sweet Clear Sources Which We Have Of Good And Beauty In Our Own Deep Bosoms; And Marks The Variations Of All Mind As Does The Needle.