Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.

Fearless--the Cobweb Swings From The Ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!

Will You Tell Me My Fault, Frankly As To Yourself, For I Had Rather Wince, Than Die. Men Do Not Call The Surgeon To Commend The Bone, But To Set It, Sir.

Drab Habitation Of Whom? Tabernacle Or Tomb - Or Dome Of Worm - Or Porch Of Gnome - Or Some Elf's Catacomb?

Faith-is The Pierless Bridge Supporting What We See Unto The Scene That We Do Not.