Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

My Life, My Joy, My Food, My Ail The World!

Ay Me! Sad Hours Seem Long.

Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland Buys Not The Child Of Me.

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

If Thou Couldst, Doctor, Cast The Water Of My Land, Find Her Disease, And Purge It To A Sound And Pristine Health, I Would Applaud Thee To The Very Echo, That Should Applaud You Again.