Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such

I That Please Some, Try All, Both Joy And Terror Of Good And Bad, That Makes And Unfolds Error.

All Dark And Comfortless.

Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

Good With Out Evil Is Like Light With Out Darkness Which In Turn Is Like Righteousness Whith Out Hope.

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.