Love Is A Child That Talks In

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.

Not Judging Truth To Be In Nature Better Than Falsehood, But Setting A Value Upon Both According To Interest.

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.

An Horrible Stillness First Invades Our Ear, And In That Silence We The Tempest Fear.

For What Can Power Give More Than Food And Drink, To Live At Ease, And Not Be Bound To Think?