For When Was Public Virtue To Be

O Solitude, Where Are The Charms That Sages Have Seen In Thy Face? Better Dwell In The Midst Of Alarms, Than Reign In This Horrible Place.

Skins May Differ, But Affection Dwells In White And Black The Same.

Religion! What Treasure Untold Resides In That Heavenly Word!

When All Within Is Peace How Nature Seems To Smile Delights That Never Cease The Live-long Day Beguile

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.i Must Finish My Journey Alone,never Hear The Sweet Music Of Speech;i Start At The Sound Of My Own.