One Nightingale In An Interfluous Wood Satiate

Love's Very Pain Is Sweet, But Its Reward Is In The World Divine Which, If Not Here, It Builds Beyond The Grave.

Near That A Dusty Paint-box, Some Odd Hooks, A Half-burnt Match, An Ivory Block, Three Books, Where Conic Sections, Spherics, Logarithms, To Great Laplace, From Saunderson And Sims, Lie Heaped In Their Harmonious Disarray Of Figures,-disentangle Them Who May.

I Love Love -- Though He Has Wings, And Like Light Can Flee.

Truth Has Always Been Found To Promote The Best Interests Of Mankind.

The Crime Of Inquiry Is One Which Religion Never Has Forgiven.