Faultless To A Fault.

The Candid Incline To Surmise Of Late That The Christian Faith Proves False.

Why Comes Temptation But For Man To Meet And Master And Make Crouch Beneath His Foot, And So Be Pedestaled In Triumph?

Must In Death Your Daylight Finish? My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?

Italy, My Italy! Queen Mary's Saying Serves For Me (when Fortune's Malice Lost Her Calais): "open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It 'italy.'"