I Counsel Thee, Shut Not Thy Heart,

The True Poet Dreams Being Awake.

Reader, If You Are Gifted With Nerves Like Mine, Aspire To Any Character But That Of A Wit.

As Half In Shade And Half In Sun This World Along Its Path Advances, May That Side The Sun 's Upon Be All That E'er Shall Meet Thy Glances!

All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.

Riches Are Chiefly Good Because They Give Us Time.