Men Are Not Angels, Neither Are They

They Are Perfect; How Else?-they Shall Never Change: We Are Faulty; Why Not?-we Have Time In Store.

Death: The Grand Perhaps.

Once More On My Adventure Brave And New.

The Common Problem, Yours, Mine, Everyone's Is ? Not To Fancy What Were Fair In Life Provided It Could Be ? But, Finding First What May Be, Then Find How To Make It Fair Up To Our Means.

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.