The Blushing Beauties Of A Modest Maid.

Imitators Are But A Servile Kind Of Cattle.

A Man Is To Be Cheated Into Passion, But To Be Reasoned Into Truth.

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

Our Souls Sit Close And Silently Within, And Their Own Web From Their Own Entrails Spin; And When Eyes Meet Far Off, Our Sense Is Such, That, Spider-like, We Feel The Tenderest Touch.

I Never Saw Any Good That Came Of Telling Truth.