I Only Go Out To Get Me

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.

Next To Dressing For A Rout Or Ball, Undressing Is A Woe.

Tis The Perception Of The Beautiful, A Fine Extension Of The Faculties, Platonic, Universal, Wonderful, Drawn From The Stars, And Filtered Through The Skies, Without Which Life Would Be Extremely Dull

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

Grief Is Fantastical, And Loves The Dead, And The Apparel Of The Grave.