Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What

Have Hung My Dank And Dropping Weeds To The Stern God Of Sea.

These Two Imparadised In One Another's Arms, The Happier Eden, Shall Enjoy Their Fill Of Bliss On Bliss.

What Am I Pondering, You Ask? So Help Me God, Immortality.

Solitude Sometimes Is Best Society.

Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven, Seek Not The Praise Of Men.