Lifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.

Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.

So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.

Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.

Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.

Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.

Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?