Ah! Why, Ye Gods, Should Two And

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

This Long Disease, My Life.

Of All Affliction Taught A Lover Yet, 'tis True The Hardest Science To Forget.

A Mighty Maze! But Not Without A Plan.

For Forms Of Faith Let Graceless Zealots Fight; His Can't Be Wrong Whose Life Is In The Right.