Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

Great Souls Forgive Not Injuries Till Time Has Put Their Enemies Within Their Power, That They May Show Forgiveness Is Their Own.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

The Poorest Of The Sex Have Still An Itch To Know Their Fortunes, Equal To The Rich. The Dairy-maid Inquires, If She Shall Take The Trusty Tailor, And The Cook Forsake.

The People's Prayer, The Glad Diviner's Theme, The Young Men's Vision, And The Old Men's Dream!