Experiment Has A Stimulus Which

I Had A Terror-since September -i Could Tell To None-and So I Sing, As The Boy Does By The Burying Ground-because I Am Afraid.

The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.

Faith Is A Fine Invention When Gentlemen Can See, But Microscopes Are Prudent In An Emergency.

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Or Else It Does Not Care

His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long As He Can Blush.