Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting

We Make Guilty Of Our Disasters The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars; As If We Were Villians By Compulsion.

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On.

There Is An Old Poor Man,. . . . Oppress'd With Two Weak Evils, Age And Hunger.

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.

A Harmless Necessary Cat.