This Is To Be Along; This, This

A Drop Of Ink May Make A Million Think.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.

When We Two Parted In Silence And Tears, Half Broken-hearted, To Sever For Years.

The Cardinal Is At His Wit's End - It Is True That He Had Not Far To Go.

O Fame! If I Ever Took Delight In Thy Praises, Twas Less For The Sake Of Thy High-sounding Phrases, Than To See The Bright Eyes Of The Dear One Discover The Thought That I Was Not Unworthy To Love Her.