Oh, For The Time When

He Had The Hypocrisy To Represent A Mourner: And Previous To Following With Hareton, He Lifted The Unfortunate Child On To The Table And Muttered, With Peculiar Gusto, 'now, My Bonny Lad, You Are Mine! And We'll See If One Tree Won't Grow As Crooked As Another, With The Same Wind To Twist It!

I Have Dreamed In My Life, Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After, And Changed My Ideas; They Have Gone Through And Through Me, Like Wine Through Water, And Altered The Color Of My Mind.

Your Presence Is A Moral Poison That Would Contaminate The Most Virtuous

I Never Told My Love Vocally Still.

We Must Be For Ourselves In The Long Run; The Mild And Generous Are Only More Justly Selfish Than The Domineering.