Sound Loves To Revel In A Summer

-ev'n With Us The Breath Of Science Dims The Mirror Of Our Joy.

...if You Do Not Take It Up With You In Some Way, I Shall Be Under The Necessity Of Breaking Your Head With This Shovel

Thank Heaven! The Crisis /the Danger Is Past, And The Lingering Illness, Is Over At Last /, And The Fever Called ''living'' Is Conquered At Last.

The Result Of Law Inviolate Is Perfection–right–negative Happiness. The Result Of Law Violate Is Imperfection, Wrong, Positive Pain.

Quaff, Oh Quaff This Kind Nepenthe, And Forget This Lost Lenore!