Let Fancy Still In My Sense In

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

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

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.