And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In

Love Rules The Court, The Camp, The Grove, And Men Below, And Saints Above: For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.

Oh, On That Day, That Wrathful Day, When Man To Judgment Wakes Front Clay, Be Thou, O Christ, The Sinner's Stay, Though Heaven And Earth Shall Pass Away.