That Only Can With Propriety Be Styled

A Spring Of Love Gush'd From My Heart, And I Bless'd Them Unaware.

The History Of All The World Tells Us That Immoral Means Will Ever Intercept Good Ends.

Stimulate The Heart To Love And The Mind To Be Early Accurate, And All Other Virtues Will Rise Of Their Own Accord, And All Vices Will Be Thrown Out.

Some Men Are Like Musical Glasses; To Produce Their Finest Tones You Must Keep Them Wet.

My Eyes Make Pictures When They Are Shut.