It Were A Grief So Brief To

Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But To Procrastinate His Liveless End.

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By, And Then His State Empties Itself, As Dot An Inland Brook Into The Main Of Waters.

I Do Desire We May Be Better Strangers.