Is Not Absence Death To Those Who

Not Grace, Or Zeal, Love Only Was My Call, And If I Lose Thy Love, I Lose My All.

Wine Lets No Lover Unrewarded Go.

Praise Undeserved, Is Satire In Disguise.

Who Dare To Love Their Country, And Be Poor.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.