Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits -- It is a faded Meat -- Anger as soon as fed is dead -- 'Tis starving makes it fat

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.

I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.