And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The

It Is Sufficient To Say, According To The Proverb, That Here Is God's Plenty.

Mankind Is Ever The Same, And Nothing Lost Out Of Nature, Though Everything Is Altered.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.

Dead Men Tell No Tales.