Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand Propping It.

"with This Same Key Shakespeare Unlocked His Heart" Once More! Did Shakespeare? If So, The Less Shakespeare He!

All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within The Finite.

The Only Fault's With Time; All Men Become Good Creatures: But So Slow!

Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So He Waited.