| 1 | The number of weak, MOLLE not before the heart? | |
| 2 | The young man pounded the pavement looking for a job. | |
| 3 | Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade | |
| 4 | But the dolorous town where mourners are going about the street. | |
| 5 | It seemed to him that the rhododendron was happy now. |