He Who Doesn't Lose His Wits Over

A Blush Is The Sign Which Nature Hangs Out To Show Where Chastity And Honor Dwell.

Would That We Could At Once Paint With The Eyes! In The Long Way From The Eye Through The Arm To The Pencil, How Much Is Lost!

But How Many Moments Are Already Past! Ah! Who Thinks Of Those That Are Past?

The Superstition In Which We Were Brought Up Never Loses Its Power Over Us, Even After We Understand It.

They Make Glorious Shipwreck Who Are Lost In Seeking Worlds.