Memory, Of All The Powers Of The

A Lily Of A Day Is Fairer Far In May, Although It Fall And Die That Night, It Was The Plant And Flower Of Light. In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See, And In Short Measures Life May Perfect Be.

In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again, And Make Our Absence Sweet.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

There Is No Doctrine Will Do Good Where Nature Is Wanting.

Sweet Swan Of Avon! What A Sight It Were To See Thee In Our Water Yet Appear.