The Light That Lies In Woman's Eyes.

I Allow No Hot-beds In The Gardens Of Parnassus.

We Are Ashamed At The Sight Of A Monkey--somehow As We Are Shy Of Poor Relations.

Not If I Know Myself At All.

I Conceive Disgust At These Impertinent And Misbecoming Familiarities Inscribed Upon Your Ordinary Tombstone.

As Half In Shade And Half In Sun This World Along Its Path Advances, May That Side The Sun 's Upon Be All That E'er Shall Meet Thy Glances!