The Third Day Comes A Frost, A

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?

I Will Be Free, Even To The Uttermost, As I Please, In Words.

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart