The Drying Up A Single Tear Has

Lovers May Be And Indeed Generally Are Enemies, But They Never Can Be Friends, Because There Must Always Be A Spice Of Jealousy And A Something Of Self In All Their Speculations.

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.

It Has Been Said That The Immortality Of The Soul Is A Grand Peut-tre -but Still It Is A Grand One. Everybody Clings To It -the Stupidest, And Dullest, And Wickedest Of Human Bipeds Is Still Persuaded That He Is Immortal.

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.