Farewell, I Wish Our Souls May Meet

Thou Art Beaten That Thou Mayest Be Better.

The Author's Way Of Sending Forth His Second Part Of The Pilgrim. Some Things Are Of That Nature As To Make One's Fancy Chuckle, While His Heart Doth Ache.

The Name Of The Slough Was Despond.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flower

A Man There Was, Though Some Did Count Him Mad, The More He Cast Away The More He Had.