When is man strong until he feels alone?
So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!
When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.
Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.