Pure Friendship's Well-feigned Blush.

Man's Conscience Is The Oracle Of God.

Ada! Sole Daughter Of My House And Heart.

And Mocha's Berry, From Arabia Pure, In Small Fine China Cups, Came In At Last. Gold Cups Of Filigree, Made To Secure The Hand From Burning, Underneath Them Place. Cloves, Cinnamon And Saffron, Too, Were Boiled Up With The Coffee, Which, I Think, They Spoiled.

The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

Ye Stars! Which Are The Poetry Of Heaven!