Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

Is She Not Passing Fair?

Their Manners Are More Gentle, Kind, Than Of Our Human Generation You Shall Find.

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.