The Head Has The Most Beautiful Appearance,

The Fear Of Death Often Proves Mortal.

We Are Apt To Rely Upon Future Prospects, And Become Really Expensive While We Are Only Rich In Possibility. We Live Up To Our Expectations, Not To Our Possessions, And Make A Figure Proportionable To What We May Be, Not What We Are.

Beauty Soon Grows Familiar To The Lover, Fades In His Eye, And Palls Upon The Sense.

The English Delight In Silence More Than Any Other European Nation, If The Remarks Which Are Made On Us By Foreigners Are True.

Amidst The Soft Variety I'm Lost.