A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Centre placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam, A strawberry shows, half drowned in cream? Or seen rich rubies blushing through A pure smooth pearl, and orient too? So like to this, nay all the rest, Is each neat niplet of her breast.

Love conquers all things; let us own her dominion.

There is no small pleasure in pure water.

He, who is not prepared today, will be less so tomorrow.

Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.

Death is less bitter punishment than death's delay.

Love will enter cloaked in friendship's name.