As A Man Is, So

Thou Fair-hair'd Angel Of The Evening, Now, Whilst The Sun Rests On The Mountains, Light Thy Bright Torch Of Love; Thy Radiant Crown Put On, And Smile Upon Our Evening Bed!

The Nakedness Of Woman Is The Work Of God.

Every Wolf's And Lion's Howl Raises From Hell A Human Soul.

Heaven Is In A Grain Of Sand.

Although Wine When It Is Read Somewhat Lacks The Savour Of Wine When It Is Drunk, Wine Remains A Very Pleasant Thing Both To Read About And To Chat About.