Ten Censure Wrong For One Who Writes

Most Authors Steal Their Works, Or Buy.

Love Finds An Altar For Forbidden Fires.

The Hog That Ploughs Not, Not Obeys Thy Call, Lives On The Labours Of This Lord Of All.

Lend, Lend Your Wings! I Mount! I Fly! O Grave! Where Is Thy Victory? O Death! Where Is Thy Sting?

Like Following Life Through Creatures You Dissect, You Lose It In The Moment You Detect.