Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath No Fellow.

I Wonder Men Dare Trust Themselves With Men.

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.

They Told Me I Was Everything. 'tis A Lie, I Am Not Ague-proof.

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.