It World Be Well Had We More

To Husband Out Life's Taper At The Close, And Keep The Flames From Wasting By Repose.

Our Pleasures Are Short, And Can Only Charm At Intervals; Love Is A Method Of Protraction Our Greatest Pleasure.

Turn, Gentle Hermit Of The Dale, And Guide My Lonely Way To Where Yon Taper Cheers The Vale With Hospitable Ray.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love.

Novels Teach The Youthful Mind To Sigh After Happiness That Never Existed.