A Bevy Of Fair Women.

Blind Mouths! That Scarce Themselves Know How To Hold A Sheep-hook.

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

Let None Henceforth Seek Needless Cause To Approve The Faith They Owe; When Earnestly They Seek Such Proof, Conclude, They Then Begin To Fail.

O'er Many A Frozen, Many A Fiery Alp, Rocks, Caves, Lakes, Fens, Bogs, Dens, And Shades Of Death.

Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.