We Turn To Dust, And All Our

How Readily We Wish Time Spent Revoked, That We Might Try The Ground Again Where Once--through Inexperience, As We Now Perceive--we Missed That Happiness We Might Have Found!

To Follow Foolish Precedents, And Wink With Both Our Eyes, Is Easier Than To Think.

Acquaint Thyself With God, If Thou Would'st Taste His Works. Admitted Once To His Embrace, Thou Shalt Perceive That Thou Was Blind Before: Thine Eye Shall Be Instructed; And Thine Heart Made Pure Shall Relish With Divine Delight Till Then Unfelt, What Hands Divine Have Wrought.

Ever Let The Fancy Roam, Pleasure Never Is At Home.

Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest That Keep Peace.