Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

Death Is Another Life.

When Pride Thaws, Look For Floods.

It Is Much Less What We Do Than What We Think, Which Fits Us For The Future.

Dewdrops, Nature's Tears, Which She Sheds In Her Own Breast For The Fair Which Die. The Sun Insists On Gladness; But At Night, When He Is Gone, Poor Nature Loves To Weep.