Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.

Before, I Loved Thee As A Brother, John, But Now, I Do Respect Thee As My Soul.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

That But This Blow Might Be The Be-all And The End-all Here, But Here, Upon This Bank And Shoal Of Time, We'ld Jump The Life To Come.

Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield, Day, To Night!