Wan Night, The Shadow Goer, Came Stepping

It Is No Great Misfortune To Oblige Ungrateful People, But An Unsupportable One To Be Forced To Be Under An Obligation To A Scoundrel.

Stars Which Stand As Thick As Dewdrops On The Field Of Heaven.

Life's But A Means Unto An End, That End, Beginning, Mean, And End To All Things--god.

It Is Sad To See The Light Of Beauty Wane Away, Know Eyes Are Dimming, Bosoms Shrivelling, Feet Losing Their Springs, And Limbs Their Lily Roundness; But It Is Worse To Feel The Heart-spring Gone, To Lose Hope, Care Not For The Coming Thing, And Feel All Things Go To Decay Within Us.

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.