A Fool's Wild Speech Confounds The Wise.

You Will, I Trust, Resemble A Forest Plant, Which Has Indeed, By Some Accident, Been Brought Up In The Greenhouse, And Thus Rendered Delicate And Effeminate, But Which Regains Its Native Firmness And Tenacity, When Exposed For A Season To The Winter Air.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven.

Come One, Come All! This Rock Shall Fly From Its Firm Base, As Soon As I.

We Often Praise The Evening Clouds, And Tints So Gay And Bold, But Seldom Think Upon Our God, Who Tinged These Clouds With Gold.

To All, To Each, A Fair Good-night, And Pleasing Dreams, And Slumbers Light.