The Sooner You Treat Your Son As

So Softly Death Succeeded Life In Her, She Did But Dream Of Heaven, And She Was There.

Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

He Who Proposes To Be An Author Should First Be A Student.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.