So Sweet The Blush Of

Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected

Let None Think To Fly The Danger For Soon Or Late Love Is His Own Avenger.

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.

Glory, Like The Phoenix 'midst Her Fires, Exhales Her Odours, Blazes, And Expires.

Eat, Drink And Love...the Rest Is Not Worth A Nickel