Little Lamb, Who Made Thee? Dost Thou

Mans Desires Are Limited By His Perceptions; None Can Desire What He Has Not Perceived.

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity.

Acts Themselves Alone Are History, And These Are Neither The Exclusive Property Of Hume, Gibbon Nor Voltaire, Echard, Rapin, Plutarch, Nor Herodotus. Tell Me The Acts, O Historian, And Leave Me To Reason Upon Them As I Please; Away With Your Reasoning And Your Rubbish. All That Is Not Action Is Not Worth Reading.

Travelers Repose And Dream Among My Leaves.

Love Seeketh Only Self To Please, To Bind Another To Its Delight, Joys In Another's Loss Of Ease, And Builds A Hell In Heaven's Despite.