What Want These Outlaws Conquerors Should Have

I Hate All Pain, Given Or Received; We Have Enough Within Us The Meanest Vassal As The Loftiest Monarch, Not To Add To Each Other's Natural Burden Of Mortal Misery.

A Sleep Without Dreams, After A Rough Day Of Toil, Is What We Covet Most; And Yet How Clay Shrinks Back From More Quiescent Clay! The Very Suicide That Pays His Debt At Once Without Installments (an Old Way Of Paying Debts, Which Creditors Regret) Lets Out Impatiently His Rushing Breath, Less From Disgust Of Life Than Dread Of Death.

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.

Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved But One.