Yet He Was Jealous, Though

Have Not All Past Human Beings Parted, And Must Not All The Present, One Day Part?

Whatsoever Thy Birth, Thou Wert A Beautiful Thought, And Softly Bodied Forth.

The French Courage Proceeds From Vanity

What Should I Have Known Or Written Had I Been A Quiet, Mercantile Politician Or A Lord In Waiting? A Man Must Travel, And Turmoil, Or There Is No Existence.

There's Music In The Sighing Of A Reed; There's Music In The Gushing Of A Rill; There's Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears; The Earth Is But The Music Of The Spheres.