His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long

Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven A Knight So True

I Do Not Feel I Could Give Up All For Christ, Were I Called To Die.

Forever Is Made Up Of Nows.

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior — For Doors.

Suspense-is Hostiler Than Death-death- Tho Soever Broad, Is Just Death, And Cannot Increase- Suspense-does Not Conclude-.