On Wings Of Wind Came Flying All

Not Grace, Or Zeal, Love Only Was My Call, And If I Lose Thy Love, I Lose My All.

Thou Wert My Guide, Philosopher, And Friend.

How Do We Know That We Have A Right To Kill Creatures That We Are So Little Above, As Dogs, For Our Curiosity Or Even For Some Use To Us?

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

To Balance Fortune By A Just Expense, Join With Economy, Magnificence.