Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven

Beauty Is Not The Cause Of Something, It Is What It Is.

A Death-blow Is A Life-blow To Some Who, Till They Died, Did Not Alive Become; Who, Had They Lived, Had Died, But When They Died, Vitality Begun.

There Is No Frigate Like A Book

Angels In The Early Morning May Be Seen The Dews Among. Stooping, Plucking, Smiling, Flying. Do The Buds To Them Belong?

Faith Is A Fine Invention When Gentlemen Can See, But Microscopes Are Prudent In An Emergency.