Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward, But Then Woos Best When Most His Choice Is Froward.

Life's Uncertain Voyage.