But I Had Not Quite Fixed Whether

The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

Let None Think To Fly The Danger For Soon Or Late Love Is His Own Avenger.

Twas Twilight, And The Sunless Day Went Down Over The Waste Of Waters; Like A Veil, Which, If Withdrawn, Would But Disclose The Frown Of One Whose Hate Is Mask'd But To Assail.

Man's Conscience Is The Oracle Of God.

And What Is Writ Is Writ - / Would It Were Worthier!