The Premises Are So Delightfully

For Pleasures Past I Do Not Grieve, Nor Perils Gathering Near; My Greatest Grief Is That I Leave Nothing That Claims A Tear.

I Should, Many A Good Day, Have Blown My Brains Out, But For The Recollection That It Would Have Given Pleasure To My Mother-in-law.

Religion-freedom-vengeance-what You Will, A Word's Enough To Raise Mankind To Kill.

A Rose With All Its Sweetest Leaves Yet Folded.

And I Would Hear Yet Once Before I Perish The Voice Which Was My Music... Speak To Me!