The Heart-sick Faintness Of The Hope Delayed!

Sensibility Is Nature's Celestial Spring.

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

In Love Quarrels The Party That Loves The Most Is Always Most Willing To Acknowledge The Greater Fault.

Where Shall The Lover Rest, Whom The Fates Sever From His True Maiden's Breast, Parted For Ever? Where, Through Groves Deep And High, Sounds The Far Billow, Where Early Violets Die, Under The Willow.

I Was Not Always A Man Of Woe.