Painters And Poets Have Liberty

To See Her Is To Love Her, And Love But Her Forever; For Nature Made Her What She Is, And Never Made Anither!

Why Has A Religious Turn Of Mind Always A Tendency To Narrow And Harden The Heart?

Ah, Gentle Dames! It Gars Me Greet To Think How Monie Counsels Sweet, How Monie Lengthened Sage Advices, The Husband Frae The Wife Despises.

Ilk Cowslip Cup Shall Kep A Tear.

Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone Decidedly Can Try Us