What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.