The Longest Day Hath An

Tis Hard To Be Wretched, But Worse To Be Knowne So.

True Beauty Lives On High. Ours Is But A Flame Borrowed Thence.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Willowes Are Weak, Yet They Bind Other Wood.

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.