Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

There Is No Disappointment We Endure One-half So Great As What We Are To Ourselves.

Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them Too.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.

The First And Worst Of All Frauds Is To Cheat One's Self.