Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And

Some Wee Short Hour Ayont The Twal.

Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe.

To See Her Is To Love Her, And Love But Her Forever; For Nature Made Her What She Is, And Never Made Anither!

Prudent, Cautious Self-control Is Wisdom's Root.

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.