Those Who Think Must Govern Those That

No Vernal Blooms Their Torpid Rocks Array, But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May; No Zephyr Fondly Sues The Mountain's Breast, But Meteors Glare, And Stormy Glooms Invest.

Hope Is Such A Bait, It Covers Any Hook.

On The Stage He Was Natural, Simple, Affecting, 'twas Only When He Was Off, He Was Acting.

The Hawthorn Bush, With Seats Beneath The Shade, For Talking Age And Whispering Lovers Made.

What Is Genius Or Courage Without A Heart?