He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.

A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of The Laymen On Bad Priests.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

My Whole Life Has Been A Golden Dream Of Love And Friendship.