Speak No Evil Of Women; I Tell

Tis Not Where We Lie But Whence We Fell; The Loss Of Heaven's The Greatest Pain In Hell.

One May Know How To Gain A Victory, And Know Not How To Use It.

Great Events Have Sent Before Them Their Announcements.

And Yet, And Yet, In These Our Ghostly Lives, Half Night, Half Day, Half Sleeping, Half Awake, How If Our Waking Life, Like That Of Sleep, Be All A Dream In That Eternal Life To Which We Wake Not Till We Sleep In Death

For Even In Dreams A Good Deed Is Not Lost.