The Truly Brave Are Soft Of Heart

Man Marks The Earth With Ruin - His Control Stops With The Shore.

Fare Thee Well, And If For Ever Still For Ever Fare Thee Well.

Whatsoever Thy Birth, Thou Wert A Beautiful Thought, And Softly Bodied Forth.

May Moorland Weavers Boast Pindaric Skill, And Tailors' Lays Be Longer Than Their Bill! While Punctual Beaux Reward The Grateful Notes, And Pay For Poems--when They Pay For Coats.

I Have Always Believed That All Things Depended Upon Fortune, And Nothing Upon Ourselves.