Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love Is Only

Reason Is So Unreasonable, That Few People Can Say They Are In Possession Of It.

Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved But One.

It Has Been Said That The Immortality Of The Soul Is A Grand Peut-tre -but Still It Is A Grand One. Everybody Clings To It -the Stupidest, And Dullest, And Wickedest Of Human Bipeds Is Still Persuaded That He Is Immortal.

War, War Is Still The Cry,-"war Even To The Knife!"

Ye Stars! Which Are The Poetry Of Heaven!