With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles

I Desire You In Friendship, And I Will One Way Or Other Make You Amends.

Then Others For Breath Of Words Respect, Me For My Dumb Thoughts, Speaking In Effect.

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

Her Blood Is Settled, And Her Joints Are Stiff; Life And These Lips Have Long Been Separated: Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost Upon The Sweetest Flower Of All The Field.