O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.

Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled face.

Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart.

Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?

All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today