No Life Can Pompless Pass Away -

The Minister Today Preached About Death And Judgment, And What Would Become Of Those Who Behaved Improperly - And Somehow It Scared Me. He Preached Such An Awful Sermon I Didn't Think I Should Ever See You Again Until The Judgment Day. The Subject Of Perdition Seemed To Please Him Somehow.

The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though The Feet Vary.

The Spider As An Artist Has Never Been Employed- Though His Surpassing Merit Is Freely Certified.

We Never Know We Go When We Are Going- We Jest And Shut The Door- Fate-following-behind Us Bolts It- And We Accost No More-.

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.