Do Not Fold, Spindle Or Mutilate.

Oh, Ever Thus, From Childhood's Hour, I 've Seen My Fondest Hopes Decay; I Never Loved A Tree Or Flower But 't Was The First To Fade Away. I Never Nurs'd A Dear Gazelle, To Glad Me With Its Soft Black Eye, But When It Came To Know Me Well And Love Me, It Was Sure To Die.

If Thou Would'st Have Me Sing And Play As Once I Play'd And Sung, First Take This Time-worn Lute Away, And Bring One Freshly Strung.

He Might Have Proved A Useful Adjunct, If Not An Ornament To Society.

Every Commonplace Or Trite Observation Is Not A Truism.

It Is Good To Love The Unknown.