Before Man Made Us Citizens, Great Nature

Like Streams That Keep A Summer Mind Snow-hid In Jenooary.

Incredulity Robs Us Of Many Pleasures, And Gives Us Nothing In Return.

Taste Is The Next Gift To Genius.

Violet! Sweet Violet! Thine Eyes Are Full Of Tears; Are They Wet Even Yet With The Thought Of Other Years?

Virtue Treads Paths That End Not In The Grave.