Love, Free As Air, At Sight Of

Offend Her, And She Knows Not To Forgive; Oblige Her, And She'll Hate You While You Live.

Sleep And Death, Two Twins Of Winged Race, Of Matchless Swiftness, But Of Silent Pace.

Man, Like The Generous Vine, Supported Lives; The Strength He Gains Is From The Embrace He Gives.

Let Opening Roses Knotted Oaks Adorn, And Liquid Amber Drop From Every Thorn.

Leave Not A Foot Of Verse, A Foot Of Stone, A Page, A Grave, That They Can Call Their Own; But Spread, My Sons, Your Glory Thin Or Thick, On Passive Paper, Or On Solid Brick.