Men Are Misers, And Women Prodigal, In

Man Is God By His Faculty For Thought.

I Am The Fellow Citizen Of Every Being That Thinks; My Country Is Truth.

Too Much I've Seen, And Felt, And Lov'd In Life, Living I Come To Seek Lethaean Calm; Let Me, Fair Scenes! Forget All Worldly Strife, Oblivion Solely Is My Bosom's Balm.

All Nature Is The Temple; Earth The Altar.

After His Blood, That Which A Man Can Next Give Out Of Himself Is A Tear.