There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods.

I Only Go Out To Get Me A Fresh Appetite For Being Alone.

The Music, And The Banquet, And The Wine-- The Garlands, The Rose Odors, And The Flowers, The Sparkling Eyes, And Flashing Ornaments-- The White Arms And The Raven Hair--the Braids, And Bracelets; Swan-like Bosoms, And The Necklace, An India In Itself, Yet Dazzling Not.

Happiness Was Born A Twin.

Adversity Is The First Path To Truth.

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!