Now No Way Can I Stray; Save

If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her, She Would Infect To The North Star!

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.

Love Goes Toward Love.

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.