Expression Is The Dress Of Thought.

The Muse But Serv'd To Ease Some Friend, Not Wife, / To Help Me Through This Long Disease, My Life.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

Some People Are Commended For A Giddy Kind Of Good-humor, Which Is As Much A Virtue As Drunkenness.

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well?

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail. Reasons The Card, But Passion The Gale.