Poet's Food Is Love And

Dar'st Thou Amid The Varied Multitude To Live Alone, An Isolated Thing?

A System Could Not Well Have Been Devised More Studiously Hostile To Human Happiness Than Marriage.

Teas, Where Small Talk Dies In Agonies.

Cold Hopes Swarm Like Worms Within Our Living Clay.

Most Wretched Men Are Cradled Into Poetry By Wrong: They Learn In Suffering What They Teach In Song.