A Dirge For Her The Doubly Dead

Never To Suffer Would Have Been Never To Have Been Blessed.

Quaff, Oh Quaff This Kind Nepenthe, And Forget This Lost Lenore!

That Man Is Not Truly Brave Who Is Afraid Either To Seem Or To Be, When It Suits Him, A Coward.

In Me Didst Thou Exist-and, In My Death, See By This Image, Which Is Thine Own, How Utterly Thou Hast Murdered Thyself.

Children Are Never Too Tender To Be Whipped. Like Tough Beefsteaks, The More You Beat Them, The More Tender They Become.