And Feel That I Am Happier Than

The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine: To Know No More Is Woman's Happiest Knowledge And Her Praise. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

Wealth And Honours, Which Most Men Pursue, Easily Change Masters; They Desert To The Side Which Excels In Virtue, Industry, And Endurance Of Toil, And They Abandon The Slothful.

Truth Is As Impossible To Be Soiled By Any Outward Touch As The Sunbeam.

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.