Like To The Apples On The Dead

It Is Odd But Agitation Or Contest Of Any Kind Gives A Rebound To My Spirits And Sets Me Up For A Time.

The Niobe Of Nations! There She Stands.

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.

I Have Imbibed Such A Love For Money That I Keep Some Sequins In A Drawer To Count, And Cry Over Them Once A Week.

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away.