Each Moment Of A Happy Lover's Hour

Come Away; Poverty's Catching.

As Love Is The Most Noble And Divine Passion Of The Soul, So Is It That To Which We May Justly Attribute All The Real Satisfactions Of Life, And Without It, Man Is Unfinished, And Unhappy.

Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When It Ceases To Be A Secret.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.