Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For

Age, That Lessens The Enjoyment Of Life, Increases Our Desire Of Living

But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May.

We Had No Revolutions To Fear, Nor Fatigues To Undergo; All Our Adventures Were By The Fireside, And All Our Migrations From The Blue Bed To The Brown.

A Man's Own Heart Must Ever Be Given To Gain That Of Another.

All The Sciences Are, In Some Measure, Linked With Each Other, And Before The One Is Ended, The Other Begins.