The Dew Of Compassion Is A Tear.

Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer For Other's Weal Avail'd On High, Mine Will Not All Be Lost In Air, But Waft Thy Name Beyond The Sky.

Self-love For Ever Creeps Out, Like A Snake, To Sting Anything Which Happens To Stumble Upon It.

Man Marks The Earth With Ruin - His Control Stops With The Shore.

I Only Go Out To Get Me A Fresh Appetite For Being Alone.

Sighing That Nature Formed But One Such Man, And Broke The Die.