AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.

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

The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him.

Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.

The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.