grammar in learning is like tyranny in government - confound the bitch I'll never be her slave. - John Clare

Arts may ply fantastic anatomy but nature is always herself in her wildest moods of extravagence.

I am — yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes — They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live — like vapours tossed

In crime and enmity they lie
Who sin and tell us love can die,
Who say to us in slander's breath
That love belongs to sin and death.