He Is Noble Who Both Feels And

Don't Send A Poet To London.

Oh, What Lies There Are In Kisses.

Newness Hath An Evanescent Beauty.

The Sun's Sweet Ray Is Hovering Discovered.

While We Are Indifferent To Our Good Qualities, We Keep On Deceiving Ourselves In Regard To Our Faults, Until We Come To Look On Them As Virtues.