And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.
He lives most life whoever breathes most air.
Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use
New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!
Large, musing eyes, neither joyous nor sorry.