As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.

And hold up to the sun my little taper.

Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.