He Who Considers Too Much Will Perform

Have Hope. Though Clouds Environs Now, And Gladness Hides Her Face In Scorn, Put Thou The Shadow From Thy Brow, - No Night But Hath Its Morn.

Alas! When Duty Grows Thy Law, Enjoyment Fades Away.

Every True Genius Is Bound To Be Naive.

Joy All Creatures Drink At Nature's Bosoms.

Lose Not Yourself In A Far Off Time, Seize The Moment That Is Thine.