I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded

For Night's Swift Dragons Cut The Clouds Full Fast, And Yonder Shines Aurora's Harbinger; At Whose Approach Ghosts Wandring Here And There Troop Home To Church-yards.... For Fear Lest Day Should Look Their Shames Upon, They Willfully Exile Themselves From Light, And Must For Aye Consort With Black Brow'd Night.

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.

Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed For Speech.

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.