If All Were Rich, Gold

Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

Could I Love Less, I Should Be Happier Now.

Nature Means Necessity.

Simplicity Is Natures First Step, And The Last Of Art.

Dewdrops, Nature's Tears, Which She Sheds In Her Own Breast For The Fair Which Die. The Sun Insists On Gladness; But At Night, When He Is Gone, Poor Nature Loves To Weep.