There Is Music In All Things, If

One Hates An Author That's All Author.

Love Will Find A Way Through Paths Where Wolves Fear To Prey.

Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

Now What I Love In Women Is, They Won't Or Can't Do Otherwise Than Lie, But Do It. So Well, The Very Truth Seems Falsehood To It.

Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty's Bloom, On Thee Shall Press No Ponderous Tomb; But On Thy Turf Shall Roses Rear Their Leaves, The Earliest Of The Year.