Make Us Happy And You Make Us

Dear, Dead Women, With Such Hair, Too--what's Become Of All The Gold Used To Hang And Brush Their Bosoms?

A Lion May Die Of An Ass's Kick.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

That Low Man Seeks A Little Thing To Do, Sees It And Does It: This High Man, With A Great Thing To Pursue, Dies Ere He Knows It. That Low Man Goes On Adding One To One, His Hundred's Soon Hit: This High Man, Aiming At A Million, Misses An Unit. That, Has The World Here-should He Need The Next, Let The World Mind Him! This, Throws Himself On God, And Unperplext Seeking Shall Find Him.

At Last Awake From Life, That Insane Dream We Take For Waking Now.