On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross

Act Well Your Part, There All The Honour Lies.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

What Some Call Health, If Purchased By Perpetual Anxiety About Diet, Isn't Much Better Than Tedious Disease.

O Love! For Sylvia Let Me Gain The Prize, And Make My Tongue Victorious As Her Eyes.

Love, Free As Air, At Sight Of Human Ties, Spreads His Light Wings, And In A Moment Flies.