One Thought Fills Immensity.

He Who Has Suffered You To Impose On Him Knows You.

How Have You Left The Ancient Love That Bards Of Old Enjoyed In You! The Languid Strings Do Scarcely Move! The Sound Is Forced, The Notes Are Few!

I See Through My Eyes, Not With Them.

One Law For The Lion And Ox Is Oppression.

The Look Of Love Alarms Because 'tis Filled With Fire; But The Look Of Soft Deceit Shall Win The Lover's Hire.