Sweet Is The Breath Of Morn, Her

To Hear The Lark Begin His Flight, And Singing Startle The Dull Night, From His Watch-tower In The Skies, Till The Dappled Dawn Doth Rise.

No Date Prefixed Directs Me In The Starry Rubric Set.

Danger Will Wink On Opportunity.

The Spirits Perverse With Easy Intercourse Pass To And Fro, To Tempt Or Punish Mortals.

Solitude Sometimes Is Best Society.