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I Believe That Creature Is A Changeling: She Is A Perfect Cabinet Of Oddities.

There's No Use In Weeping, Though We Are Condemned To Part: There's Such A Thing As Keeping, A Remembrance In One's Heart.

Writers Cannot Choose Their Own Mood: With Them It Is Not Always Hide-tide, Nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.

I Would Always Rather Be Happy Than Dignified.

My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough, Only A Sad Heart Broke It.