Tears Water Our Growth.

I Was Born Free As Caesar; So Were You

Were Beauty Under Twenty Locks Kept Fast, Yet Love Breaks Through And Picks Them All At Last.

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?

O God, O God, How Weary, Stale, Flat, And Unprofitable Seem To Me All The Uses Of This World!

What? Do I Love Her, That I Desire To Hear Her Speak Again, And Feast Upon Her Eyes