Nothing Is Finer For The Purposes Of

To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.

I Would Jump Down Etna For Any Public Good - But I Hate A Mawkish Popularity.

Many Have Original Minds Who Do Not Think It - They Are Led Away By Custom!

Many A Time I Have Been Half In Love With Easeful Death.

Should Disappointment, Parent Of Despair, Strive For Her Son To Seize My Careless Heart; When, Like A Cloud, He Sits Upon The Air, Preparing On His Spell-bound Prey To Dart: Chase Him Away, Sweet Hope, With Visage Bright, And Fright Him As The Morning Frightens Night!