He That Dies Pays All

Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen Man.

Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.