''They sough the rumour of mortality.''
''The moon will run all consciences to cover....''
''The Spring I seek is in a new face only.''
''The twilight is long fingers and black hair.''
''For Pope's tight back was rather a goat's than man's.''
''I suck in smoke! I smile at grimy mirth, And laugh to think that you had parried death.''
''every son-of-a-bitch is Christ, at least Rousseau....''
''For intellect is a mansion where waste is without drain....''
''The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!''