Calm Of Mind, All Passion Spent.

A Poet Soaring In The High Reason Of His Fancies, With His Garland And Singing Robes About Him.

Imparadis'd In One Another's Arms.

What Call Thou Solitude? Is Not The Earth With Various Living Creatures, And The Air Replenished, And All These At Thy Command To Come And Play Before Thee?

Apt Words Have Power To Suage The Tumors Of A Troubled Mind.

The Brazen Throat Of War.