Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing,

Swans Sing Before They Die - 'twere No Bad Thing Should Certain Persons Die Before They Sing.

Joy Rises In Me, Like A Summer's Morn.

Flowers Are Lovely; Love Is Flower-like; Friendship Is A Sheltering Tree; Oh The Joys That Came Down Shower-like, Of Friendship, Love, And Liberty, Ere I Was Old!

Men, I Still Think, Ought To Be Weighed Not Counted.

When A Man Mistakes His Thoughts For Persons And Things, He Is Mad.