Silence, loved one, my heart!
Cracking, let it not break!
Breaking, break not with thee!
1776.* ——- MY ONLY PROPERTY.
I FEEL that I'm possess'd of nought,
Saving the free unfetterd thought
Which from my bosom seeks to flow,
And each propitious passing hour
That suffers me in all its power
A loving fate with truth to know.
1814. ——- ADMONITION.
WHEREFORE ever ramble on?
For the Good is lying near,
Fortune learn to seize alone,
For that Fortune's ever here.
1789. ——- OLD AGE.