A Little Madness In The Spring Is

My Life Had Stood - A Loaded Gun - In Corners - Till A Day The Owner Passed - Identified - And Carried Me Away -

To Be Alive Is Power; Existence In Itself; Without A Further Function; Omnipotence.

Old Age Comes On Suddenly, And Not Gradually As Is Thought.

If Fame Belonged To Me, I Could Not Escape Her; If She Did Not, The Longest Day Would Pass Me On The Chase, And The Approbation Of My Dog Would Forsake Me.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them!