Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou

Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The Light.

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.

My Whole Life Has Been A Golden Dream Of Love And Friendship.

They, Who Would Combat General Authority With Particular Opinion, Must First Establish Themselves A Reputation Of Understanding Better Than Other Men.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.