The Place Is Very Well

He Had Kept The Whiteness Of His Soul, And Thus Men O'er Him Wept.

Think'st Thou Existence Doth Depend On Time? It Doth; But Actions Are Our Epochs.

I Have Always Believed That All Things Depended Upon Fortune, And Nothing Upon Ourselves.

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister

Ah, Happy Years! Once More Who Would Not Be A Boy?