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There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.

As Falls The Dew On Quenchless Sands, Blood Only Serves To Wash Ambition's Hands.

The Lapse Of Ages Changes All Things - Time, Language, The Earth, The Bounds Of The Sea, The Stars Of The Sky, And Every Thing About, Around, And Underneath Man, Except Man Himself.

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!

Every Day Confirms My Opinion On The Superiority Of A Vicious Life, And If Virtue Is Not Its Own Reward, I Don't Know Any Other Stipend Annexed To It.