Death Hath So Many Doors To Let

Ask How To Live? Write, Write, Write, Anything; The World's A Fine Believing World, Write News.

Come, Sing Now, Sing; For I Know You Sing Well; I See You Have A Singing Face.

Care-charming Sleep, Thou Easer Of All Woes, Brother To Death, Sweetly Thyself Dispose.

Charity And Treating Begin At Home.

O Woman, Perfect Woman! What Distraction Was Meant To Mankind When Thou Wast Made A Devil!