By Sports Like These Are All Their

Absence, Like Death, Sets A Seal On The Image Of Those We Love: We Cannot Realize The Intervening Changes Which Time May Have Effected.

And The Weak Soul, Within Itself Unbless'd, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

Ask Me No Questions, And I'll Tell You No Lies.

A Kind And Gentle Heart He Had, To Comfort Friends And Foes; The Naked Every Day He Clad When He Put On His Clothes.

Novels Teach The Youthful Mind To Sigh After Happiness That Never Existed.