Never To Talk To Ones Self Is

Men Think Highly Of Those Who Rise Rapidly In The World; Whereas Nothing Rises Quicker Than Dust, Straw, And Feathers.

Old Man! 'tis Not Difficult To Die.

The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But Genius Never

There's Music In The Sighing Of A Reed; There's Music In The Gushing Of A Rill; There's Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears; The Earth Is But The Music Of The Spheres.