We Credit Most Our Sight;

It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst To The Babies In The Eyes.

Like Will To Like, Each Creature Loves His Kind.

Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You Haste Away So Soon: As Yet The Early-rising Sun Has Not Attained His Noon.

He Who Has Suffered Shipwreck, Fears To Sail Upon The Seas, Though With A Gentle Gale.

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.