And Woe Succeeds Woe.

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

The Grecian Ladies Counted Their Age From Their Marriage, Not Their Birth.

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!

I Am A Part Of All That I Have Met. Yet, Experience Is An Arch Wherethro Gleams That Untravl'd World Whose Margin Fades Forever And Forever When I Move.