There Is A Majesty In Simplicity.

Genius Creates, And Taste Preserves.

O Love! For Sylvia Let Me Gain The Prize, And Make My Tongue Victorious As Her Eyes.

The Vanity Of Human Life Is Like A River, Constantly Passing Away, And Yet Constantly Coming On.

On Wings Of Wind Came Flying All Abroad.

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows.