God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can

And Lips Say “god Be Pitiful,” Who Ne'er Said “god Be Praised.”

When We First Met And Loved, I Did Not Build Upon The Event With Marble. . . .

May The Good God Pardon All Good Men.

Yes, I Answered You Last Night; No, This Morning, Sir, I Say: Colors Seen By Candle-light Will Not Look The Same By Day.

Knowledge By Suffering Entereth, And Life Is Perfected By Death.