This Is To Be Mortal,

He Who Is Only Just Is Cruel; Who Upon The Earth Would Live Were All Judged Justly?

Come What May, I Have Been Blest.

Hatred Is The Madness Of The Heart.

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.

Now What I Love In Women Is, They Won't Or Can't Do Otherwise Than Lie, But Do It. So Well, The Very Truth Seems Falsehood To It.