Within Thy Grave! Oh No,

Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish, Or To Live?

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

She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades -- How Glittering They Shone -- And Every One Unbared A Nerve Or Wantoned With A Bone -- She Never Deemed -- She Hurt -- That -- Is Not Steel's Affair -- A Vulgar Grimace In The Flesh -- How Ill The Creatures Bear -- To Ache Is Human -- Not Polite -- The Film Upon The Eye Mortality's Old Custom -- Just Locking Up -- To Die.

We Both Believe, And Disbelieve A Hundred Times An Hour, Which Keeps Believing Nimble.

Celebrity Is The Chastisement Of Merit And The Punishment Of Talent.