My Thoughts Are Whirled Like A Potter's

Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet

The Moon Shines Bright. In Such A Night As This. When The Sweet Wind Did Gently Kiss The Trees And They Did Make No Noise, In Such A Night.

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!