To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.

Health is my expected heaven.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.

Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!