Nobody With Me At Sea

And Still They Gazed, And Still The Wonder Grew, That One Small Head Could Carry All He Knew.

True Genius Walks Along A Line, And, Perhaps, Our Greatest Pleasure Is In Seeing It So Often Near Falling, Without Being Ever Actually Down.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love.

Aromatic Plants Bestow No Spicy Fragrance While They Grow; But Crush'd Or Trodden To The Ground, Diffuse Their Balmy Sweets Around.

Write How You Want, The Critic Shall Show The World You Could Have Written Better.