Alexander Received More Bravery Of Mind By

Happiness Is A Sunbeam, Which May Pass Though A Thousand Bosoms Without Losing A Particle Of Its Original Ray.

To Be Rhymed To Death As Is Said To Be Done In Ireland.

Hope Itself Is A Pain, While It Is Overmatched By Fear.

Solitude, The Sly Enemy That Doth Separate A Man From Well-doing.

**did You Realize How Much A Kiss Says, Philip???** Oh My Angel I Doooo....a Kiss Is The Beginning Of, Middle To, And End Of Most Things I Love About Life.