This Long Disease, My Life.

Here Am I, Dying Of A Hundred Good Symptoms.

Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread.

The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is, And It Is Not, The Voice Of God.

Tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

Silence! Coeval With Eternity! Thou Wert Ere Nature's Self Began To Be; Thine Was The Sway Ere Heaven Was Formed On Earth, Ere Fruitful Thought Conceived Creation's Birth.