To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.

A Moment's Thought Is Passion's Passing Knell.

Even Bees, The Little Almsmen Of Spring Bowers, Know There Is Richest Juice In Poison-flowers.

How Does The Poet Speak To Men With Power, But By Being Still More A Man Than They

It Keeps Eternal Whisperings Around Desolate Shores

We Must Repeat The Often Repeated Saying, That It Is Unworthy A Religious Man To View An Irreligious One Either With Alarm Or Aversion, Or With Any Other Feeling Than Regret And Hope And Brotherly Commiseration.