Shun Death, Is My Advice.

No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For Death.

I Have No Little Insight Into The Feelings Of Furniture, And Treat Books And Prints With A Reasonable Consideration. How Some People Use Their Pictures, For Instance, Is A Mystery To Me; Very Revolting All The Same--portraits Obliged To Face Each Other For Ever--prints Put Together In Portfolios.

'tis An Awkward Thing To Play With Souls.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.