There Is A Tear For

What An Antithetical Mind! - Tenderness, Roughness - Delicacy, Coarseness - Sentiment, Sensuality - Soaring And Groveling, Dirt And Deity - All Mixed Up In That One Compound Of Inspired Clay!

For Truth Is Always Strange; Stranger Than Fiction.

I Would Rather Have A Nod From An American, Than A Snuff- Box From An Emperor.

None Are So Desolate But Something Dear, Dearer Than Self, Possesses Or Possess'd A Thought, And Claims The Homage Of A Tear.

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.