Rough Johnson, The Great Moralist.

What Want These Outlaws Conquerors Should Have But History's Purchased Page To Call Them Great?

For A Man To Become A Poet (witness Petrarch And Dante), He Must Be In Love, Or Miserable.

In The Desert A Fountain Is Springing, In The Wide Waste There Still Is A Tree, And A Bird In The Solitude Singing, Which Speaks To My Spirit Of Thee

Admire, Exult, Despise, Laugh, Weep For Here There Is Such Matter For All Feelings: Man! Thou Pendulum Betwixt A Smile And Tear.

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.