He Who Surpasses Or Subdues

There's Music In The Sighing Of A Reed; There's Music In The Gushing Of A Rill; There's Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears; The Earth Is But The Music Of The Spheres.

I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.

One Hates An Author That's All Author.

For Pleasures Past I Do Not Grieve, Nor Perils Gathering Near; My Greatest Grief Is That I Leave Nothing That Claims A Tear.

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.