Unable Are The Loved To Die, For

Life Is So Rotatory That The Wilderness Falls To Each, Sometime.

I Felt It Shelter To Speak To You.

Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

In This Short Life That Only Lasts Ah Hour How Much-how Little-is Within Our Power.

'tis Sweet To Know That Stocks Will Stand When We With Daisies Lie- That Commerce Will Continue- And Trades As Briskly Fly.