All Love Is Sweet, Given Or Received.

Revenge And Wrong Bring Forth Their Kind; The Foul Cubs Like Their Parents Are.

The Young Moon Has Fed Her Exhausted Horn With The Sunset's Fire.

Whence Are We, And Why Are We? Of What Scene The Actors Or Spectators?

Man, Who Wert Once A Despot And A Slave, A Dupe And A Deceiver! A Decay, A Traveller From The Cradle To The Grave Through The Dim Night Of This Immortal Day.

Design Must Be Proved Before A Designer Can Be Inferred.