The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.

Trifles Light As Air Are To The Jealous Confirmations Strong As Proofs Of Holy Writ.

Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

The Breach Of Custom Is Breach Of All.

Enjoy'd No Sooner But Despised Straight, Past Reason Hunted, And No Sooner Had Past Reason Hated