The Rapturuous, Wild, And Ineffable

One Can Love Any Man That Is Generous.

Music Is The Medicine Of The Breaking Heart.

We Are Violets Blue, For Our Sweetness Found Careless In The Mossy Shades, Looking On The Ground. Love's Dropp'd Eyelids And A Kiss,-- Such Our Breath And Blueness Is.

A Pleasure So Exquisite As Almost To Amount To Pain.

Little Eyes Must Be Good-tempered Or They Are Ruined. They Have No Other Resource. But This Will Beautify Them Enough. They Are Made For Laughing, And, Should Do Their Duty.