Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

Let's Contend No More, Love, Strive Nor Weep: All Be As Before Love, - Only Sleep.

Italy, My Italy! Queen Mary's Saying Serves For Me (when Fortune's Malice Lost Her Calais): "open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It 'italy.'"

I Judge People By What They Might Be, - Not Are, Nor Will Be.

I Dare Not So Honor My Mere Wishes And Prayers As To Put Them For A Moment Beside Your Noble Acts; But This Know, I Would Rather Submit To The Worst Of Deaths, So Far As Pain Goes, Than Have A Single Dog Or Cat Tortured On The Pretence Of Sparing Me A Twinge Or Two.

Good Strong Thick Stupefying Incense-smoke!