Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep

Were Beauty Under Twenty Locks Kept Fast, Yet Love Breaks Through And Picks Them All At Last.

We Should Hold Day With The Antipodes, If You Would Walk In Absence Of The Sun.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.