It Is A Madness To Make Fortune

To Die For Faction Is A Common Evil, But To Be Hanged For Nonsense Is The Devil.

Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The Light.

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

Railing In Other Men May Be A Crime, But Ought To Pass For Mere Instinct In Him: Instinct He Follows And No Further Knows, For To Write Verse With Him Is To Transprose.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.