The Coward's Weapon, Poison.

O Woman, Perfect Woman! What Distraction Was Meant To Mankind When Thou Wast Made A Devil!

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do Tomorrow.

Weep No More, Nor Sigh, Nor Groan, Sorrow Calls No Time That 's Gone; Violets Plucked, The Sweetest Rain Makes Not Fresh Nor Grow Again.

A Woman Friend! He That Believes That Weakness, Steers In A Stormy Night Without A Compass.

Ask How To Live? Write, Write, Write, Anything; The World's A Fine Believing World, Write News.