Hope Springs Exulting On Triumphant Wing.

Oh, Stay, Sweet Warbling Woodlark, Stay, Nor Quit For Me The Trembling Spray, A Hapless Lover Courts Thy Lay, Thy Soothing, Fond Complaining.

Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A Season And Is Gone!

An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended!

Your Lines, I Maintain It, Are Poetry, And Good Poetry.... Friendship... Had I Been So Blest As To Have Met With You In Time, Might Have Led Me - God Of Love Only Knows Where.

Great For Good, Or Great For Evil.