An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

Every Inordinate Cup Is Unbless'd, And The Ingredient Is A Devil.

Adieu, Adieu, Adieu! Remember Me.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

But Wherefore Could Not I Pronounce 'amen'? I Had Most Need Of Blessing, And 'amen' Stuck In My Throat.

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.