Things seen are mightier than things heard.

I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

There's no glory like those who save their country.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.