Friendship Is Love Without His

Heaven Gives Its Favourites-early Death.

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse Borne Away With Every Breath! Misplaced Upon The Throne Misplaced In Life. I Know Not What I Could Have Been, But Feel I Am Not What I Should Be Let It End.

Retirement Accords With The Tone Of My Mind; I Will Not Descend To A World I Despise.

Which Cheers The Sad, Revives The Old, Inspires The Young, Makes Weariness Forget His Toil, And Fear Her Danger; Opens A New World When This, The Present, Palls.

The Reading Or Non-reading A Book Will Never Keep Down A Single Petticoat.