I See Heaven's Glories Shine And Faith

I Cannot Express It: But Surely You And Everybody Have A Notion That There Is, Or Should Be, An Existence Of Yours Beyond You.

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

I Am Now Quite Cured Of Seeking Pleasure In Society, Be It Country Or Town.

Oh, Cathy! Oh, My Life! How Can I Bear It?" Was The First Sentence He Uttered, In A Tone That Did Not Seek To Disguise His Despair. And Now He Stared At Her So Earnestly That I Thought The Very Intensity Of His Gaze Would Bring Tears Into His Eyes; But They Burned With Anguish: They Did Not Melt.

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.