I Hourly Learn A Doctrine

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.

Lives Like A Drunken Sailor On A Mast, Ready With Every Nod To Tumble Down Into The Fatal Bowels Of The Deep.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again