I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose.
Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.
The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.
Action is redemption.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.