Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.

Dim Eclipse, Disastrous Twilight.

Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The Neat-handed Phillis Dresses.

You Can Make Hell Out Of Heaven And Heaven Out Of Hell. It's All In The Mind.

Immortal Amarant, A Flower Which Once In Paradise, Fast By The Tree Of Life, Began To Bloom; But Soon For Man's Offence To Heaven Removed, Where First It Grew, There Grows, And Flowers Aloft, Shading The Fount Of Life, And Where The River Of Bliss Through Midst Of Heaven Rolls O'er Elysian Flowers Her Amber Stream: With These That Never Fade The Spirits Elect Bind Their Resplendent Locks.

Indu'd With Sanctity Of Reason.