Now I Will Believe That

But Love, First Learned In A Lady's Eyes, Lives Not Alone Immured In The Brain; But, With The Motion Of All Elements, Courses As Swift As Thought In Every Power, And Gives To Every Power A Double Power, Above Their Functions And Their Offices.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

The Truest Poetry Is The Most Feigning.

Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, And Years, Pass'd Over To The End They Were Created, Would Bring White Hairs Unto A Quiet Grave. Ah, What A Life Were This!

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.