Well, Every One Can Master A Grief

All Dark And Comfortless.

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.