Sweets With Sweets War Not, Joy Delights

A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle Blind.

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

You Must Not Think That We Are Made Of Stuff So Fat And Dull That We Can Let Our Beard Be Shook With Danger And Think It Pastime.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.