Every Thing Possible To Be Believ'd Is

Silent As Despairing Love, And Strong As Jealousy.

The Child's Toys And The Old Man's Reasons Are The Fruits Of Two Seasons.

Nature Has No Outline. Imagination Has.

The Eye Altering, Alters All.

Why Cannot The Ear Be Closed To Its Own Destruction? Or The Glistening Eye To The Poison Of A Smile?