All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence

Good Sense And Good Nature Are Never Separated; And Good Nature Is The Product Of Right Reason.

Love Is A Child That Talks In Broken Language, Yet Then He Speaks Most Plain.

Truth Is The Object Of Our Understanding, As Good Is Of Our Will; And The Understanding Can No More Be Delighted With A Lie Than The Will Can Choose An Apparent Evil.

And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave The Blow.

Trust On And Think To-morrow Will Repay; To-morrow's Falser Than The Former Day; Lies Worse; And While It Says, We Shall Be Blest With Some New Joys, Cuts Off What We Possest.