The Soft Complaining Flute, In

Secret Guilt By Silence Is Betrayed.

The Secret Pleasure Of A Generous Act Is The Great Mind's Great Bribe.

Humility And Resignation Are Our Prime Virtues.

What Judgment I Had Increases Rather Than Diminishes; And Thoughts, Such As They Are, Come Crowding In So Fast Upon Me, That My Only Difficulty Is To Choose Or Reject; To Run Them Into Verse Or To Give Them The Other Harmony Of Prose.

Love Reckons Hours For Months, And Days For Years; And Every Little Absence Is An Age.