We Have Woven A Web, You And

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

Thou, Silent Form, Dost Tease Us Out Of Thought As Doth Eternity.

We Must Repeat The Often Repeated Saying, That It Is Unworthy A Religious Man To View An Irreligious One Either With Alarm Or Aversion, Or With Any Other Feeling Than Regret And Hope And Brotherly Commiseration.

We Have Oftener Than Once Endeavoured To Attach Some Meaning To That Aphorism, Vulgarly Imputed To Shaftesbury, Which However We Can Find Nowhere In His Works, That "ridicule Is The Test Of Truth."

I Shall Soon Be Laid In The Quiet Grave - Thank God For The Quiet Grave