To Die Is Landing On Some Distant

If One Must Be Rejected, One Succeed, Make Him My Lord Within Whose Faithful Breast Is Fixed My Image, And Who Loves Me Best.

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.

Thoughts Cannot Form Themselves In Words So Horrid As Can Express My Guilt.

My Whole Life Has Been A Golden Dream Of Love And Friendship.

Love And Time With Reverence Use, Treat Them Like A Parting Friend: Nor The Golden Gifts Refuse Which In Youth Sincere They Send: For Each Year Their Price Is More, And They Less Simple Than Before.