Letter Writing Is The Only Device Combining

Constancy... That Small Change Of Love, Which People Exact So Rigidly, Receive In Such Counterfeit Coin, And Repay In Baser Metal.

Egeria! Sweet Creation Of Some Heart Which Found No Mortal Resting-place So Fair As Thine Ideal Breast.

A Rose With All Its Sweetest Leaves Yet Folded.

Thy Decay's Still Impregnate With Divinity.

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.