Poetry Is A Counterfeit Creation, And Makes

That Which Attempts To Elevate The Ugly To The Level Of Beauty Becomes Neither; But An Obscenity.

God Affords No Man The Comfort, The False Comfort Of Atheism: He Will Not Allow A Pretending Atheist The Power To Flatter Himself, So Far, As To Seriously Think There Is No God.

If Ever Any Beauty I Did See, Which I Desired, And Got, 'twas But A Dream Of Thee.

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

My Love Though Silly Is More Brave.