Why should I go into details, we have nothing that is not perishable except what our hearts and our intellects endows us with.
Love is a believing creature.
A pleasing face is no small advantage.
I attempt an arduous task but there is no worth in that which is not a difficult achievement
What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.
Sleep, nature's rest, divine tranquility, That brings peace to the mind.