The Lights And Shades, Whose

But Honest Instinct Comes A Volunteer; Sure Never To O'er-shoot, But Just To Hit, While Still Too Wide Or Short In Human Wit.

Our Proper Bliss Depends On What We Blame.

Yes, I Am Proud; I Must Be Proud To See Men Not Afraid Of God, Afraid Of Me.

Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail. Reasons The Card, But Passion The Gale.