There Never Was A War That Was

If You Will Tell Me Why The Fen Appears Impassable, I Then Will Tell You Why I Think That I Can Cross It If I Try.

As For Butterflies, I Can Hardly Conceive Of One's Attending Upon You; But To Question The Congruence Of The Complement Is Vain, If It Exists.

The Weak Overcomes Its/ Menace, The Strong Over-/comes Itself.

The Passion For Setting People Right Is In Itself An Afflictive Disease.

In A Poem The Words Should Be As Pleasing To The Ear As The Meaning Is To The Mind.