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O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.

Poetry Is Itself A Thing Of God; He Made His Prophets Poets; And The More We Feel Of Poesie Do We Become Like God In Love And Power,-under-makers.

None But God Can Fill The Perfect Whole.

Simplicity Is Natures First Step, And The Last Of Art.