Men Might Be Better If We Better

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

None But God Can Fill The Perfect Whole.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

Youth Might Be Wise; We Suffer Less From Pains Than Pleasures.

Dewdrops, Nature's Tears, Which She Sheds In Her Own Breast For The Fair Which Die. The Sun Insists On Gladness; But At Night, When He Is Gone, Poor Nature Loves To Weep.