Ill crouch before I spring, spy ere I leap. — Stephen Phillips

"I have learned to dread what cometh suddenly, And sniff about a sweet thing like a hound: And most I dread the sudden gifts of gods."

"True to a vision, steadfast to a dream."

"The fierce ingratitude of children loved, Ah, sting of stings!"

"As rich and purposeless as is the rose: Thy simple doom is to be beautiful."

"Thy simple doom is to be beautiful."

"The listless ripple of Oblivion."