Sweet Bird, That Shun The Noise Of

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.

Calm Of Mind, All Passion Spent.

Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive.

Fame Is The Last Infirmity Of The Human Mind.

So Much I Feel My Genial Spirits Droop, My Hopes All Flat, Nature Within Me Seems In Her Functions Weary Of Herself.