Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This

To Stay Youthful, Stay Useful.

The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone!

Like A Mermaid In Sea-weed, She Dreams Awake, Trembling In Her Soft And Chilly Nest.

Conversation Is Not A Search After Knowledge, But An Endeavor At Effect.

A Little Noiseless Noise Among The Leaves, Born Of The Very Sigh That Silence Heaves.