Love Will Find A Way

This Sort Of Adoration Of The Real Is But A Heightening Of The Beau Ideal.

They Never Fail Who Die In A Great Cause.

Constancy... That Small Change Of Love, Which People Exact So Rigidly, Receive In Such Counterfeit Coin, And Repay In Baser Metal.

The Music, And The Banquet, And The Wine-- The Garlands, The Rose Odors, And The Flowers, The Sparkling Eyes, And Flashing Ornaments-- The White Arms And The Raven Hair--the Braids, And Bracelets; Swan-like Bosoms, And The Necklace, An India In Itself, Yet Dazzling Not.

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.