O, My Offence Is Rank,

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes A New One.

For Murder, Though It Have No Tongue, Will Speak With Most Miraculous Organ.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.

These Words Are Razors To My Wounded Heart.