I Am The Very Slave

A Thirst For Gold, The Beggar's Vice, Which Can But Overwhelm The Meanest Hearts.

The Cardinal Is At His Wit's End - It Is True That He Had Not Far To Go.

Fare Thee Well, And If For Ever Still For Ever Fare Thee Well.

I Feel My Immortality Over Sweep All Pains, All Tears, All Time, All Fears, - And Peal, Like The Eternal Thunders Of The Deep, Into My Ears, This Truth, - Thou Livest Forever!

Brisk Confidence Still Best With Woman Copes: Pique Her And Soothe In Turn-soon Passion Crowns Thy Hopes.