A Poet Not In Love

It Matters Not How Long We Live But How.

Evil And Good Are God's Right Hand And Left.

I Cannot Love As I Have Loved, And Yet I Know Not Why; It Is The One Great Woe Of Life To Feel All Feeling Die.

Men Might Be Better If We Better Deemed Of Them.

There Is No Disappointment We Endure One-half So Great As What We Are To Ourselves.