And He Goes Through Life,

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

Before, I Loved Thee As A Brother, John, But Now, I Do Respect Thee As My Soul.

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.