Fear Comes From Uncertainty. When We Are

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.

Nothing But You Can Lay Hold Of My Mind, And That Can Lay Hold Of Nothing But You.

Music Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak.

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.

Defer Not Till To-morrow To Be Wise, To-morrow's Sun To Thee May Never Rise; Or Should To-morrow Chance To Cheer Thy Sight With Her Enlivening And Unlook'd For Light, How Grateful Will Appear Her Dawning Rays! As Favours Unexpected Doubly Please.