With Womankind, The Less We Love Them,

My Whole Life Has Been Pledged To This Meeting With You.

Sad That Our Finest Aspiration, Our Freshest Dreams And Meditations, In Swift Succession Should Decay, Like Autumn Leaves That Rot Away.

Write For Pleasure And Publish For Money.

I Was Not Born To Amuse The Tsars.

To Love All Ages Yield Surrender; But To The Young It's Raptures Bring A Blessing Bountiful And Tender- As Storms Refresh The Fields Of Spring.