Childhood, Whose Very Happiness Is Love.

How Disappointment Tracks The Steps Of Hope.

I Will Look On The Stars And Look On Thee, And Read The Page Of Thy Destiny.

How Very Satisfactory Those Discussions Must Be, Where Each Party Retains Their Own Opinion!

Are We Not Like The Actor Of Old Times, Who Wore His Mask So Long His Face Took Its Likeness?

My Heart Is Its Own Grave!