The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.
Truth - is as old as God-.
You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!
Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.
An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.