The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our

Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In Anger.

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.