I Wish You All The Joy That

Her Blood Is Settled, And Her Joints Are Stiff; Life And These Lips Have Long Been Separated: Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost Upon The Sweetest Flower Of All The Field.

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven

I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

The Leopard Does Not Change His Spots.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.