Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity - Unable they that love - to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

Experiment has a stimulus which withers its fear.

Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather suit my foot Than save my Boot -- For yet to buy another Pair is possible, At any store -- But Bliss, is sold just once. The Patent lost None buy it any more --

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.