The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with no stoicism and some ambition, care more for my poems than for my poetic reputation.

With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.

Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.