Work Without Hope Draws Nectar In A

A Spring Of Love Gush'd From My Heart, And I Bless'd Them Unaware.

Ah Why Refuse The Blameless Bliss? Can Danger Lurk Within A Kiss?

An Ear For Music Is Very Different From A Taste For Music. I Have No Ear Whatever; I Could Not Sing An Air To Save My Life; But I Have The Intensest Delight In Music, And Can Detect Good From Bad.

The Primary Notion I Hold To Be The Living Power.

Frenchmen Are Like Gunpowder, Each By Itself Smutty And Contemptible, But Mass Them Together And They Are Terrible Indeed!