When Thinking About Companions Gone,

When A Man Has Not A Good Reason For Doing A Thing, He Has One Good Reason For Letting It Alone.

Sleep The Sleep That Knows Not Breaking, Morn Of Toil, Nor Night Of Waking.

I'll Dream No More--by Mainly Mind Not Even In Sleep Is Well Resigned. My Midnight Orisons Said O'er, I'll Turn To Rest And Dream No More.

Meat Eaten Without Either Mirth Or Music Is Ill Of Digestion.

When True Friends Meet In Adverse Hour; 'tis Like A Sunbeam Through A Shower. A Watery Way An Instant Seen, The Darkly Closing Clouds Between.