Tyranny Is For The Worst Of Treasons.

Whatsoever Thy Birth, Thou Wert A Beautiful Thought, And Softly Bodied Forth.

Reason Is So Unreasonable, That Few People Can Say They Are In Possession Of It.

Glory, Like The Phoenix 'midst Her Fires, Exhales Her Odours, Blazes, And Expires.

Oh, Mirth And Innocence! Oh, Milk And Water! Ye Happy Mixture Of More Happy Days!

I Learned To Love Despair.