Heav'nly Love Shall Outdoo Hellish Hate

Love-quarrels Oft In Pleasing Concord End.

Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee, And Claim Thee My Other Half

He Who Destroys A Good Book Kills Reason Itself.

From Morn To Noon He Fell, From Noon To Dewy Eve,- A Summer's Day; And With The Setting Sun Dropp'd From The Zenith Like A Falling Star.

Thus I Set My Printless Feet O'er The Cowslip's Velvet Head, That Bends Not As I Tread.