Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth

Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.

So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.