Caution Comes Too Late When We Are

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

A Fool's Wild Speech Confounds The Wise.

The Summer Dawn's Reflected Hue To Purple Changed Lock Katrine Blue, Mildly And Soft The Western Breeze Just Kiss'd The Lake, Just Stirr'd The Trees, And The Pleased Lake, Like Maiden Coy, Trembled But Dimpled Not For Joy.

No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems With Mortal Woe.

Sensibility Is Nature's Celestial Spring.