It Is Very Iniquitous To Make Me

Physicians Mend Or End Us, Secundum Artem; But Although We Sneer - In Health - When Ill We Call Them To Attend Us, Without The Least Propensity To Jeer

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.

The English Winter - Ending In July To Recommence In August

The Cold, The Changed, Perchance The Dead, Anew, The Mourn'd, The Loved, The Lost,-too Many, Yet How Few!

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.