There Is No Frigate Like

Tis Not That Dieing Hurts Us So- Tis Living- Hurts Us More.

How Lucious Lies The Pea Within The Pod.

Drab Habitation Of Whom? Tabernacle Or Tomb - Or Dome Of Worm - Or Porch Of Gnome - Or Some Elf's Catacomb?

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them. They Tell Me Those Who Were Poor Early Have Different Views Of Gold. I Don't Know How That Is. God Is Not So Wary As We, Else He Would Give Us No Friends, Lest We Forget Him.

We Must Be Careful What We Say. No Bird Resumes Its Egg.