Dry Your Eyes O Dry Your Eyes,

To The Very Last, He [napoleon] Had A Kind Of Idea; That, Namely, Of La Carrière Ouverte Aux Talents, - The Tools To Him That Can Handle Them.

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

I Want A Brighter Word Than Bright

I Have Nothing To Speak Of But My Self-and What Can I Say But What I Feel.