I Am A Fool, I Know It;

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.

Blessings Ever Wait On Virtuous Deeds, And Though A Late, A Sure Reward Succeeds.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

I Am Always Of The Opinion With The Learned, If They Speak First.

But Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved. To Pass Our Youth In Dull Indifference, To Refuse The Sweets Of Life Because They Once Must Leave Us, Is As Preposterous As To Wish To Have Been Born Old, Because We One Day Must Be Old.