Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A View.

A Lively Faith Will Bear Aloft The Mind, And Leave The Luggage Of Good Works Behind.

The First Is The Law, The Last Prerogative.

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.

Dreams Are But Interludes That Fancy Makes... Sometimes Forgotten Things, Long Cast Behind Rush Forward In The Brain, And Come To Mind.