There Shall Be No Slave In Your

They Are Miserly, The Princes Of Austria, You Need Not Grieve About It; They May Not Donate Anything, But They Allow Themselves Tobe Fleeced, The Good Lords.

I Understand The Phrase "honor The Women" All Too Well: The Poet Has Probably A Wife Of His Own, But He Prefers To Honor Another.

The Military And The Clergy Cause Us Much Annoyance; The Clergy And The Military, They Empty Our Wallets And Rob Our Intelligence.

The Plot! The Plot! What Kind Of Plot Could A Poet Possibly Provide That Is Not Surpassed By The Thinking, Feeling Reader? Form Alone Is Divine.

Metaphysics Must Be Based On What Exists, For It Has The Task Of Explicating It.