Affection Exaggerates Its Own Offenses.

All Sweeping Assertions Are Erroneous.

I Have No Parting Sigh To Give, So Take My Parting Smile.

A Friend Is Never Alarmed For Us In The Right Place.

My Tears Are Buried In My Heart, Like Cave-locked Fountains Sleeping.

Perhaps, From An Innate Desire Of Justification, Sorrow Always Exaggerates Itself. Memory Is Quite One Of Job's Friends; And The Past Is Ever Ready To Throw Its Added Darkness On The Present.