From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

Set All Things In Their Own Peculiar Place, And Know That Order Is The Greatest Grace.

Love Works A Different Way In Different Minds, The Fool It Enlightens And The Wise It Blinds.

Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And Flies Apace.

But Love's A Malady Without A Cure.