All's Love, Yet All's Law.

Heart, Fear Nothing, For, Heart, Thou Shalt Find Her- Next Time, Herself!-not The Trouble Behind Her

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!

Dear, Dead Women, With Such Hair, Too--what's Become Of All The Gold Used To Hang And Brush Their Bosoms?

A Minute Of Success Pays For Years Of Failure.

Of What I Call God, And Fools Call Nature.