You shall not hear their mirth:<br>You shall not come to think them well content<br>By any jest of mine. These men are worth<br>Your tears: You are not worth their merriment.

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears<br>And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts<br>And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts<br>And rusted every bayonet with His tears.

Consummation is consumption<br>We cannot consummate our bliss and not consume<br>All joys are cakes and vanish in eating<br>All bliss is sugar's melting in the mouth.

But love$$$ resistless love$$$ my soul invades$$$ discretion this$$$ affection that persuades. I see the right and I approve it too$$$ condemn the wrong and yet the wrong pursue.

The gods are created by poets.

Be bold$$$ take courage... and be strong of soul.

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness$$$ and never$$$ never allows us to forget that we belong to it.

It is convenient that there be gods$$$ and$$$ as it is convenient$$$ let us believe there are.

Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.

I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it$$$ but follow the wrong.