O Happy, Happy Each Man Whom Predestined

The Race May Or May Not Be To The Swift, But Tell Me, Is It Likely That The Fight Will Be Entrusted To The Dead?

I Could Not Accept From Wisdom What Love Taught, Woman Is Perfect.

You Will Not See That Desire Begets Love, Until It All Flames Into One Concise And Metallic Blaze.

The Heart The Heart The Heart How It Thrives On Hate.

Pompeii Has Nothing To Teach Us, We Know Crack Of Volcanic Fissure, Slow Flow Of Terrible Lava, Pressure On Heart, Lungs, The Brain About To Burst Its Brittle Case (what The Skull Can Endure!)