The Will To Do, The Soul To

Though Varying Wishes, Hopes, And Fears, Fever'd The Progress Of These Years, Yet Now, Days, Weeks, And Months But Seem The Recollection Of A Dream.

Art Thou A Friend To Roderick?

The Paths Of Virtue, Though Seldom Those Of Worldly Greatness, Are Always Those Of Pleasantness And Peace.

Cats Are A Mysterious Kind Of Folk.

One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is Worth An Age Without A Name