There Is A Law In Each Well-ordered

We Suffer A Lot The Few Things We Lack And We Enjoy Too Little The Many Things We Have.

There Is Thy Gold, Worse Poison To Men's Souls, Doing More Murder In This Loathsome World, Than These Poor Compounds That Thou Mayst Not Sell.

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

The Pleasant'st Angling Is To See The Fish Cut With Her Golden Oars The Silver Stream And Greedily Devour The Treacherous Bait.