To be omnipotent but friendless is to reign.

Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches.

January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.

Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude.

Jealousy's eyes are green.

I Fall upon the thorns of life.

Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!