Disguise Our Bondage As We Will, 'tis

The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never Forgets, But As Truly Loves On To The Close.

All That's Bright Must Fade, The Brightest Still The Fleetest; All That's Sweet Was Made But To Be Lost When Sweetest.

This Wretched Brain Gave Way, And I Became A Wreck At Random Driven, Without One Glimpse Of Reason Or Heaven.

Humility, That Low, Sweet Root, From Which All Heavenly Virtues Shoot.

I Have Plenty Of Machinery Around Me; What I Really Need Is A More Enchanting World In Which To Live And Work.