When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
Sing, riding 's a joy! For me I ride.
Women hate a debt as men a gift.
Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose.