The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave

Lips Like Rosebuds Peeping Out Of Snow.

Where Doubt There Truth Is - 'tis Her Shadow.

For As Nightingales Do Upon Glow-worms Feed, So Poets Live Upon The Living Light.

Youth Might Be Wise; We Suffer Less From Pains Than Pleasures.

Fine Thoughts Are Wealth, For The Right Use Of Which Men Are And Ought To Be Accountable,-- If Not To Thee, To Those They Influence.