The Past Is Such A

Prosperity Whose Sources Are Interior. As Soon Adversity A Diamond Overtake.

Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup.

The Spider As An Artist Has Never Been Employed- Though His Surpassing Merit Is Freely Certified.

Spring Is The Period Express From God. Among The Other Seasons Himself Abide, But During March And April None Stir Abroad Without A Cordial Interview With God.

I Had No Time To Hate, Because The Grave Would Hinder Me, And Life Was Not So Ample I Could Finish Enmity Nor Had I Time To Love: But Since Some Industry Must Be, The Little Toil Of Love, I Thought, Was Large Enough For Me.