...yes, In Spite Of All, Some Shape

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

I Cannot Exist Without You - I Am Forgetful Of Every Thing But Seeing You Again - My Life Seems To Stop There - I See No Further. You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

Turn The Key Deftly In The Oiled Wards, And Seal The Hushed Casket Of My Soul.

I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be Among The Greatest.