All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence

Music, Music For A While Shall All Your Cares Beguile. Alexander's Feast

Errors Like Straws Upon The Surface Flow, Who Would Search For Pearls To Be Grateful For Often Must Dive Below.

Accurst Ambition, How Dearly I Have Bought You.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

While I Am Compassed Round With Mirth, My Soul Lies Hid In Shades Of Grief, Whence, Like The Bird Of Night, With Half-shut Eyes, She Peeps, And Sickens At The Sight Of Day.