Absent Or Dead, Still Let A Friend

Seas Roll To Waft Me, Suns To Light Me Rise; My Footstool Earth, My Canopy The Skies.

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well?

Men Must Be Taught As If You Taught Them Not, And Things Unknown Proposed As Things Forgot.

Ten Censure Wrong For One Who Writes Amiss.

Authors Are Partial To Their Wit, 'tis True, But Are Not Critics To Their Judgment, Too?