Such Joy Ambition Finds.

How Soon Hath Time, The Subtle Thief Of Youth, Stolen On His Wing My Three-and-twentieth Year!

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

With Eyes Of Conjugal Attraction Unreprov'd. Imparadised In One Another's Arms. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time. And Feel That I Am Happier Than I Know.

Time, Though In Eternity, Applied To Motion, Measures All Things Durable By Present, Past, And Future.