The Bright Sun Was Extinguish'd,

Old Man! 'tis Not Difficult To Die.

Ada! Sole Daughter Of My House And Heart.

There's Music In The Sighing Of A Reed; There's Music In The Gushing Of A Rill; There's Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears; The Earth Is But The Music Of The Spheres.

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.

I Cannot Describe To You The Despairing Sensation Of Trying To Do Something For A Man Who Seems Incapable Or Unwilling To Do Anything Further For Himself.