Love Is Flower Like; Friendship Is Like

We Ne'er Can Be Made Happy By Compulsion.

Remorse Weeps Tears Of Blood.

Never To See Or Describe Any Interesting Appearance In Nature, Without Connecting It By Dim Analogies With The Moral World, Proves Faintness Of Impression. Nature Has Her Proper Interest; & He Will Know What It Is, Who Believes & Feels, That Every Thing Has A Life Of It's Own, & That We Are All One Life.

Iambics March From Short To Long;-- With A Leap And A Bound The Swift Anapaests Throng

He Is The Best Physician Who Is The Most Ingenious Inspirer Of Hope.