Stars Which Stand As Thick As Dewdrops

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

There Is No Surer Mark Of The Absence Of The Highest Moral And Intellectual Qualities Than A Cold Reception Of Excellence.

Dewdrops, Nature's Tears, Which She Sheds In Her Own Breast For The Fair Which Die. The Sun Insists On Gladness; But At Night, When He Is Gone, Poor Nature Loves To Weep.

Death Is The Universal Salt Of States; Blood Is The Base Of All Things--law And War.