And The Weak Soul, Within

Every Absurdity Has A Champion To Defend It.

There Is Probably No Country So Barbarous That Would Not Disclose All It Knew, If It Received Equivalent Information; And I Am Apt To Think That A Person Who Was Ready To Give More Knowledge Than He Received Would Be Welcome Wherever He Came.

The Wretch Condemn'd With Life To Part, Still, Still On Hope Relies; And Every Pang That Rends The Heart Bids Expectation Rise.

By Every Remove I Only Drag A Greater Length Of Chain.

The Hawthorn Bush, With Seats Beneath The Shade, For Talking Age And Whispering Lovers Made.