The English Winter - Ending In July

Whenever I Meet With Anything Agreeable In This World It Surprises Me So Much - And Pleases Me So Much (when My Passions Are Not Interested In One Way Or The Other) That I Go On Wondering For A Week To Come.

A Rose With All Its Sweetest Leaves Yet Folded.

Age Shakes Athena's Tower, But Spares Gray Marathon.

For Pleasures Past I Do Not Grieve, Nor Perils Gathering Near; My Greatest Grief Is That I Leave Nothing That Claims A Tear.

Opinions Are Made To Be Changed Or How Is Truth To Be Got At?