The Lie Was Dead And Damned, And

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

Why Comes Temptation But For Man To Meet And Master And Make Crouch Beneath His Foot, And So Be Pedestaled In Triumph?

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most; Entertaining Hope Means Recognizing Fear.

'tis An Awkward Thing To Play With Souls.