Make Your Own Rules Or Be A

The Sick Rose O Rose, Thou Art Sick. The Invisible Worm That Flies In The Night In The Howling Storm Has Found Out Thy Bed Of Crimson Joy, And His Dark Secret Love Does Thy Life Destroy.

Art Degraded, Imagination Denied.

Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share?

The Stolen And Perverted Writings Of Homer & Ovid, Of Plato & Cicero, Which All Men Ought To Contemn, Are Set Up By Artifice Against The Sublime Of The Bible

The Busy Bee Has No Time For Sorrow.