Music Tells No Truths.

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

The Worst Men Often Give The Best Advice. Our Deeds Are Sometimes Better Than Our Thoughts.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.

Wan Night, The Shadow Goer, Came Stepping In.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.