The Old Church Tower And Garden Wall

I Despise Him For Himself, And Hate Him For The Memories He Revives!

Thoughts Are Tyrants That Return Again And Again To Torment Us.

I Cannot Love Thee; Thou 'rt Worse Than Thy Brother. Go, Say Thy Prayers, Child, And Ask God's Pardon. I Doubt Thy Mother And I Must Rue That We Ever Reared Thee!

Time Brought Resignation And A Melancholy Sweeter Than Common Joy.

I Am Now Quite Cured Of Seeking Pleasure In Society, Be It Country Or Town. A Sensible Man Ought To Find Sufficient Company In Himself.