This Thought Is As A Death.

Let's All Cry Peace, Freedom, And Liberty!

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

For Youth No Less Becomes The Light And Careless Livery That It Wears, Than Settled Age His Sables, And His Weeds Importing Health And Graveness.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

A Man I Am Cross'd With Adversity.