A Book? O, Rare One,

Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

If I Were A Woman I Would Kiss As Many Of You As Had Beards That Pleased Me, Complexions That Liked Me And Breaths That I Defied Not

Come, Swear It, Damn Thyself, Lest, Being Like One Of Heaven, The Devils Themselves Should Fear To Seize Thee; Therefore Be Double-damned, Swear,--thou Art Honest.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.