Smiles From Reason Flow, To Brute Deny'd,

Our State Cannot Be Severed, We Are One, One Flesh; To Lose Thee Were To Lose Myself.

The Earth, Though In Comparison Of Heaven So Small, Nor Glistering, May Of Solid Good Contain More Plenty Than The Sun, That Barren Shines.

Who, As They Sung, Would Take The Prison'd Soul And Lap It In Elysium.

Forget Thyself To Marble.

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.