Are There No Stones In Heaven But

Trifles Light As Air Are To The Jealous Confirmations Strong As Proofs Of Holy Writ.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.

What's His Offense? Groping For Trout In A Peculiar River.

Your Cause Of Sorrow Must Not Be Measured By His Worth, For Then It Hath No End.