What Are Ye Orbs? The Words Of

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.

Could I Love Less, I Should Be Happier Now.

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

I Have A Heart With Room For Every Joy .

I Cannot Love As I Have Loved, And Yet I Know Not Why; It Is The One Great Woe Of Life To Feel All Feeling Die.