The Debts We Owe Ourselves Are The

The Well Of True Wit Is Truth Itself.

Days, When The Ball Of Our Vision Had Eagles That Flew Unabashed To Sun; When The Graps On The Bow Was Decision, And Arrow And Hand And Eye Were One; When The Pleasures, Like Waves To A Swimmer, Came Heaving For Rapture Ahead! - Invoke Them, They Dwindle, They Glimmer As Lights Over Mounds Of The Dead.

Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

A Kiss Is But A Kiss Now! And No Wave Of A Great Flood That Whirls Me To The Sea. But, As You Will! We'll Sit Contentedly, And Eat Our Pot Of Honey On The Grave.

Prayer For Worldly Goods Is Worse Than Fruitless, But Prayer For Strength Of Soul Is That Passion Of The Soul Which Catches The Gift It Seeks.