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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.

In Secret We Met - In Silence I Grieve, That Thy Heart Could Forget, Thy Spirit Deceive. If I Should Meet Thee After Long Years, How Should I Greet Thee? - With Silence And Tears

Whatsoever Thy Birth, Thou Wert A Beautiful Thought, And Softly Bodied Forth.

What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A Scar?

America Is A Model Of Force And Freedom And Moderation - With All The Coarseness And Rudeness Of Its People.