A Sort Of Hostile Transaction,

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse -- Borne Away With Every Breath!

Now What I Love In Women Is, They Won't Or Can't Do Otherwise Than Lie, But Do It. So Well, The Very Truth Seems Falsehood To It.

I Am So Convinced Of The Advantages Of Looking At Mankind Instead Of Reading About Them, . . . That I Think There Should Be A Law Amongst Us To Set Our Young Men Abroad For A Term Among The Few Allies Our Wars Have Left Us.

A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of My Dream.