A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but Thought.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.

No .... Holy Father, Throw Away That Thought. Believe Not That The Dribbling Dart Of Love Can Pierce A Complete Bosom.

Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s Well.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.

For Many Men That Stumble At The Threshold Are Well Foretold That Danger Lurks Within.