I Love Love -- Though

All Of Us Who Are Worth Anything, Spend Our Manhood In Unlearning The Follies, Or Expiating The Mistakes Of Our Youth.

So Is Hope Changed For Despair-one Laid Upon The Shelf, We Take The Other. Under Heaven's High Cope Fortune Is God-all You Endure And Do Depends On Circumstance As Much As You.

O Heart, And Mind, And Thoughts! What Thing Do You Hope To Inherit In The Grave Below?

Love's Very Pain Is Sweet

Teas, Where Small Talk Dies In Agonies.