The Cold, The Changed, Perchance The Dead,

There Is, In Fact, No Law Or Government At All; And It Is Wonderful How Well Things Go On Without Them.

Tis Pleasing To Be School'd In A Strange Tongue By Female Lips And Eyes--that Is, I Mean, When Both The Teacher And The Taught Are Young, As Was The Case, At Least, Where I Have Been; They Smile So When One's Right; And When One's Wrong They Smile Still More.

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.

The Light Of Love, The Purity Of Grace, The Mind, The Music Breathing From Her Face, The Heart Whose Softness Harmonised The Whole — And, Oh! That Eye Was In Itself A Soul!

Tis Said That Persons Living On Annuities Are Longer Lived Than Others.