Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between

There Is Nothing The Body Suffers Which The Soul May Not Profit By.

Jealousy Is Love Bed Of Burning Snarl.

It Is The Devil's Masterstroke To Get Us To Accuse Him

The Song Seraphically Free Of Taint Of Personality, So Pure That It Salutes The Suns The Voice Of One For Millions, In Whom The Millions Rejoice For Giving Their One Spirit Voice.

I Know Him, February's Thrush, And Loud At Eve He Valentines On Sprays That Paw The Naked Bush Where Soon Will Sprout The Thorns And Bines.