Government Is An Evil; It Is Only

Dar'st Thou Amid The Varied Multitude To Live Alone, An Isolated Thing?

Age Cannot Love Destroy, But Perfidy Can Blast The Flower, Even When In Most Unwary Hour It Blooms In Fancy's Bower. Age Cannot Love Destroy, But Perfidy Can Rend The Shrine In Which Its Vermeil Splendours Shine.

...ere Midnight’s Frown And Morning’s Smile, Ere Thou And Peace May Meet.

Jealousy's Eyes Are Green.

Ere Babylon Was Dust, The Magus Zoroaster, My Dead Child, Met His Own Image Walking In The Garden, That Apparition, Sole Of Men, He Saw.