Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And

His Neigh Is Like The Bidding Of A Monarch, And His Countenance Enforces Homage. He Is Indeed A Horse.

I May Neither Choose Who I Would, Nor Refuse Who I Dislike; So Is The Will Of A Living Daughter Curbed By The Will Of A Dead Father.

What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes A New One.

The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.

Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good Seek Most To Know Themselves.