The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The

Think With Awe On The Slow And Quiet Power Of Time.

O Tender Yearning, Sweet Hoping! The Golden Time Of First Love! The Eye Sees The Open Heaven, The Heart Is Intoxicated With Bliss; O That The Beautiful Time Of Young Love Could Remain Green Forever.

Heaven And Earth Fight In Vain Against A Dunce!

When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things Come Out.

I Know That We Often Tremble At An Empty Terror; Yet The False Fancy Brings A Real Misery.