No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.

Whenever I Meet With Anything Agreeable In This World It Surprises Me So Much - And Pleases Me So Much (when My Passions Are Not Interested In One Way Or The Other) That I Go On Wondering For A Week To Come.

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim With Peas In His Shoes - And As Cold As Charity, Chastity Or Any Other Virtue.