Think Not I Am What I Appear.

I Love The Language, It Sounds As If It Should Be Writ On Satin With Syllables Which Breathe Of The Sweet South

Let None Think To Fly The Danger For Soon Or Late Love Is His Own Avenger.

What Is The Worst Of Woes That Wait On Age? What Stamps The Wrinkle Deeper On The Brow? To View Each Loved One Blotted From Life's Page, And Be Alone On Earth, As I Am Now.

So Much Alarmed That She Is Quite Alarming

Damn Description, It Is Always Disgusting.