Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

I'm Sure This Jesus Will Not Do Either For Englishman Or Jew.

Ages Are All Equal. / But Genius Is Always Above The Age.

Thou Fair-hair'd Angel Of The Evening, Now, Whilst The Sun Rests On The Mountains, Light Thy Bright Torch Of Love; Thy Radiant Crown Put On, And Smile Upon Our Evening Bed!

Work Up Imagination To The State Of Vision.

Mercy, Pity, Peace Is The World's Release.