Lord Of Himself; That Heritage Of Woe!

No More We Meet In Yonder Bowers Absence Has Made Me Prone To Roving; But Older, Firmer Hearts Than Ours, Have Found Monotony In Loving.

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.

In Hope To Merit Heaven By Making Earth A Hell.

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.

Be Hypocritical, Be Cautious, Be Not What You Seem But Always What You See.