How Much Can Come And Much Can

Within Thy Grave! Oh No, But On Some Other Flight - Thou Only Camest To Mankind To Rend It With Good Night

Assent - And You Are Sane - Demur - And You're Straightaway Dangerous - And Handled With A Chain.

His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long As He Can Blush.

That It Will Never Come Again Is What Makes Life Sweet.

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.