My Eyes Make Pictures When

Sir, I Admit Your General Rule, That Every Poet Is A Fool, But You Yourself May Serve To Show It, That Every Fool Is Not A Poet.

And To Be Wroth With One We Love…doth Work Like Madness In The Brain.

Is Duty A Mere Sport, Or An Employ! Life An Entrusted Talent Or A Toy!

Never Can True Courage Dwell With Them, Who, Playing Tricks With Conscience, Dare Not Look At Their Own Vices.

The Book Of Job Is Pure Arab Poetry Of The Highest And Most Antique Cast.