In The Life Of One Man, Never

At The Still Point, There The Dance Is.

Men Have Left God Not For Other Gods, They Say, But For No God; And This Has Never Happened Before.

Before A Cat Will Condescend To Treat You As A Trusted Friend, Some Little Token Of Esteem Is Needed, Like A Dish Of Cream.

Uncorseted, Her Friendly Bust Gives Promise Of Pneumatic Bliss.

Tennyson And Browning Are Poets, And They Think; But They Do Not Feel Their Thought As Immediately As The Odour Of A Rose. A Thought To Donne Was An Experience; It Modified His Sensibility.