The Death-bed Of A Day,

Music Tells No Truths.

Thou Art A Woman, And That Is Saying The Best And Worst Of Thee.

Burn To Be Great, Pay Not Thy Praise To Lofty Things Alone. The Plains Are Everlasting As The Hills, The Bard Cannot Have Two Pursuits; Aught Else Comes On The Mind With The Like Shock As Though Two Worlds Had Gone To War, And Met In Air.

Simplicity Is Natures First Step, And The Last Of Art.

The First And Worst Of All Frauds Is To Cheat One's Self.