No One Suspects The Days

You Shall Have Joy, Or You Shall Have Power, Said God; You Shall Not Have Both.

It Does Not Hurt Weak Eyes To Look Into Beautiful Eyes Never So Long.

Thy Dangerous Glances Make Women Of Men; New-born, We Are Melting Into Nature Again.

Good Bye, Proud World! I'm Going Home; Thou Art Not My Friend, And I'm Not Thine

We Are Of Different Opinions At Different Hours, But We Always May Be Said To Be At Heart On The Side Of Truth.