It Is Not Night When I Do

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

Sorrow, Like A Heavy Ringing Bell, Once Set On Ringing, With Its Own Weight Goes; Then Little Strength Rings Out The Doleful Knell.

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

Doubt Is A Thief That Often Makes Us Fear To Tread Where We Might Have Won.

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!