For Poets (bear The Word)

Art Is Much, But Love Is More.

Whoso Loves, Believes In The Impossible

You Smell A Rose Through A Fence: If Two Should Smell It, What Matter?

God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can Make Us Poor.

And Yet, Because I Love Thee, I Obtain From That Same Love This Vindicating Grace, To Live On Still In Love, And Yet In Vain