By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not

This Is The Short And The Long Of It.

I'll Never Be Such A Gosling To Obey Instinct, But Stand As Is A Man Were Author Of Himself And Knew No Other Kin.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.