735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—