Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.

Resolve and thou art free.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.

No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.