But Stories Somehow Lengthen When Begun.

The Poor Dog, In Life The Firmest Friend, The First To Welcome, Foremost To Defend, Whose Honest Heart Is Still The Master's Own, Who Labours, Fights, Lives, Breathes For Him Alone, Unhonour'd Falls, Unnoticed All His Worth, Denied In Heaven The Soul He Held On Earth, While Man, Vain Insect Hopes To Be Forgiven, And Claims Himself A Sole Exclusive Heaven.

I Am About To Be Married, And Am Of Course In All The Misery Of A Man In Pursuit Of Happiness.

I Only Go Out To Get Me A Fresh Appetite For Being Alone.

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.

The Poetry Of Speech.