It Is Odd But Agitation Or Contest

Marriage, From Love, Like Vinegar From Wine-- A Sad, Sour Sober Beverage--by Time Is Sharpened From Its High Celestial Flavor Down To A Very Homely Household Savor.

Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were.

What Want These Outlaws Conquerors Should Have But History's Purchased Page To Call Them Great?

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.

Think'st Thou Existence Doth Depend On Time? It Doth; But Actions Are Our Epochs.