There Is No Instinct Like That Of

Are Not The Mountains, Waves, And Skies As Much A Part Of Me, As I Of Them?

'tis Pleasant, Sure, To See One's Name In Print. A Book's A Book, Although There's Nothing In 't.

The Heart Will Break, But Broken Live On.

Old Man! 'tis Not Difficult To Die.

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