Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!

The Cold, The Changed, Perchance The Dead, Anew, The Mourn'd, The Loved, The Lost,-too Many, Yet How Few!

We Are All The Fools Of Time And Terror: Days Steal On Us And Steal From Us; Yet We Live, Loathing Our Life, And Dreading Still To Die.

A Thirst For Gold, The Beggar's Vice, Which Can But Overwhelm The Meanest Hearts.

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.

A Pretty Woman Is A Welcome Guest.