Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

Nature Means Necessity.

Remember That Thy Heart Will Shed Its Pleasures As Thine Eye Its Tears, And Both Leave Loathsome Furrows.

Thou Art A Woman, And That Is Saying The Best And Worst Of Thee.

Oh, Could We Lift The Future's Sable Shroud.

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.