Tis The Eye Of Childhood

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.

In Me Thou See'st The Twilight Of Such Day As After Sunset Fadeth In The West, Which By And By Black Night Doth Take Away Death's Second Self, That Seals Up All In Rest. -sonnet 73

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

The Tyrant Custom, Most Grave Senators, Hath Made The Flinty And Steel Couch Of War My Thrice-driven Bed Of Down.