The Eye Sees More Than The Heart

When Thou Seest An Eagle, Thou Seest A Portion Of Genius; Lift Up Thy Head!

The Look Of Love Alarms Because 'tis Filled With Fire; But The Look Of Soft Deceit Shall Win The Lover's Hire.

Embraces Are Comminglings From The Head Even To The Feet, And Not A Pompous High Priest Entering By A Secret Place.

Like A Fiend In A Cloud, With Howling Woe, After Night I Do Crowd, And With Night Will Go; I Turn My Back To The East, From Whence Comforts Have Increased; For Light Doth Seize My Brain With Frantic Pain.

The Hours Of Folly Are Measured By The Clock; But Of Wisdom, No Clock Can Measure.