That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The

Firmness In Enduring And Exertion Is A Character I Always Wish To Possess. I Have Always Despised The Whining Yelp Of Complaint And Cowardly Resolve.

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

I Want Someone To Laugh With Me, Someone To Be Grave With Me, Someone To Please Me And Help My Discrimination With His Or Her Own Remark, And At Times, No Doubt, To Admire My Acuteness And Penetration.

I'm Truly Sorry Man's Dominion Has Broken Nature's Social Union.

Great For Good, Or Great For Evil.