Ah, Love, - You Are My Unutterable

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

I Hold That A Man Should Strive To The Uttermost For His Life's Set Prize.

A Lion May Die Of An Ass's Kick.

Youth Means Love, Vows Can't Change Nature, Priests Are Only Men.

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.