Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.

There Is In True Beauty, As In Courage, Somewhat Which Narrow Souls Cannot Dare To Admire.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

Guilt Is Ever At A Loss, And Confusion Waits Upon It; When Innocence And Bold Truth Are Always Ready For Expression.

Though Marriage Makes Man And Wife One Flesh, It Leaves 'em Still Two Fools.

Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast...