The Hours Of Folly Are Measured By

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.

Every Thing Possible To Be Believ'd Is An Image Of Truth.

If You Would Help Another Man, You Must Do So In Minute Particulars.

The Ruins Of Time Build Mansions In Eternity.

Sleep, Sleep, Beauty Bright,dreaming O'er The Joys Of Night.sleep, Sleep: In Thy Sleeplittle Sorrows Sit And Weep.