O Solitude! If I Must With Thee

Works Of Genius Are The First Things In The World.

Stop And Consider! Life Is But A Day

How Beautiful, If Sorrow Had Not Made Sorrow More Beautiful Than Beauty's Self.

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter: Therefore, Ye Soft Pipes, Play On; Not To The Sensual Ear, But, More Endear'd, Pipe To The Spirit Ditties Of No Tone. Fair Youth, Beneath The Trees, Thou Canst Not Leave Thy Song, Nor Ever Can Those Trees Be Bare; Bold Lover, Never, Never Canst Thou Kiss, Though Winning Near The Goal Yet, Do Not Grieve; She Cannot Fade, Though Thou Hast Not Thy Bliss, For Ever Wilt Thou Love, And She Be Fair!

Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings - With Health And Hope We Should Be Content To Live.