These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World, And Rouse From Sleep That Fell Anatomy Which Cannot Hear A Lady's Feeble Voice, Which Scorns A Modern Invocation.

Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.

Instead Of Weeping When A Tragedy Occurs In A Songbird's Life, It Sings Away Its Grief. I Believe We Could Well Follow The Pattern Of Our Feathered Friends.

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.