Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet
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.
I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.