Remorse, The Fatal Egg That Pleasure Laid.

Men Deal With Life As Children With Their Play, Who First Misuse, Then Cast Their Toys Away.

Strange As It May Seem, The Most Ludicrous Lines I Ever Wrote Have Been Written In The Saddest Mood.

Some To The Fascination Of A Name, Surrender Judgment Hoodwinked.

We Turn To Dust, And All Our Mightiest Works Die Too.

For 'tis A Truth Well Known To Most, That Whatsoever Thing Is Lost, We Seek It, Ere It Comes To Light, In Every Cranny But The Right.