The Care Of A Large Estate Is

Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who Lie Plunged In The Depth Of Helpless Poverty.

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.

Here We All Live In A State Of Ambitious Poverty.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

A Rare Bird Upon The Earth And Very Much Like A Black Swan.