Gay Hope Is Theirs By Fancy Fed,

Dear As The Light That Visits These Sad Eyes, Dear As The Ruddy Drops That Warm My Heart.

Sweet Is The Breath Of Vernal Shower,/ The Bee's Collected Treasure Sweet,/ Sweet Music's Melting Fall, But Sweeter Yet/ The Still Small Voice Of Gratitude.

Men Will Believe Anything At All Provided They Are Under No Obligation To Believe It.

Not All That Tempts Your Wandering Eyes And Heedless Hearts, Is Lawful Prize; Nor All That Glisters Gold.

Beyond The Limits Of A Vulgar Fate, Beneath The Good How Far,-but Far Above The Great.