All Heiresses Are Beautiful.

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.

Could Swell The Soul To Rage, Or Kindle Soft Desire.

A Fiery Soul, Which Working Out Its Way, Fretted The Pygmy-body To Decay: And O'er-informed The Tenement Of Clay. A Daring Pilot In Extremity; Pleased With The Danger, When The Waves Went High He Sought The Storms...