She Hurried At His Words, Beset With

Do You Not See How Necessary A World Of Pains And Troubles Is To School An Intelligence And Make It A Soul?

I Have Two Luxuries To Brood Over In My Walks, Your Loveliness And The Hour Of My Death. O That I Could Have Possession Of Them Both In The Same Minute.

To Bear All Naked Truths, And To Envisage Circumstance, All Calm, That Is The Top Of Sovereignty

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".

Though A Quarrel In The Streets Is A Thing To Be Hated, The Energies Displayed In It Are Fine; The Commonest Man Shows A Grace In His Quarrel.