He Learned The Arts Of

Though The Day Of My Destiny 's Over, And The Star Of My Fate Hath Declined, Thy Soft Heart Refused To Discover The Faults Which So Many Could Find.

Glory, Like The Phoenix 'midst Her Fires, Exhales Her Odours, Blazes, And Expires.

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.

To Have Joy, One Must Share It.

I Only Go Out To Get Me A Fresh Appetite For Being Alone.