Fickle Fortune Reigns, And, Undiscerning, Scatters Crowns

What Nothing Earthly Gives, Or Can Destroy, The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heart-felt Joy, Is Virtue's Prize.

Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offense.

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows.

I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers Came.

What Will A Child Learn Sooner Than A Song?