The Drying Up A Single Tear Has

All Heaven And Earth Are Still, Though Not In Sleep, But Breathless, As We Grow When Feeling Most.

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

A Quiet Conscience Makes One So Serene.

Sometimes We Are Less Unhappy In Being Deceived By Those We Love, Than In Being Undeceived By Them.