It Is Fine To Stand

Remember That Thy Heart Will Shed Its Pleasures As Thine Eye Its Tears, And Both Leave Loathsome Furrows.

The Long Days Are No Happier Than The Short Ones.

Thou Art A Woman, And That Is Saying The Best And Worst Of Thee.

For As Nightingales Do Upon Glow-worms Feed, So Poets Live Upon The Living Light.

Ask Not Of Me, Love, What Is Love? Ask What Is Good Of God Above; Ask Of The Great Sun What Is Light; Ask What Is Darkness Of The Night; Ask Sin Of What May Be Forgiven; Ask What Is Happiness Of Heaven; Ask What Is Folly Of The Crowd; Ask What Is Fashion Of The Shroud; Ask What Is Sweetness Of Thy Kiss; Ask Of Thyself What Beauty Is.