And When A Beest Is

The Life So Brief, The Art So Long In The Learning, The Attempt So Hard, The Conquest So Sharp, The Fearful Joy That Ever Slips Away So Quickly - By All This I Mean Love, Which So Sorely Astounds My Feeling With Its Wondrous Operation, That When I Think Upon It I Scarce Know Whether I Wake Or Sleep.

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

People Can Die Of Mere Imagination.

Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan To Quake.

My House Is Small, But You Are Learned Men And By Your Arguments Can Make A Place Twenty Foot Broad As Infinite As Space.