Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offense.

All Other Goods By Fortune's Hand Are Given, A Wife Is The Peculiar Gift Of Heaven.

Unthought-of Frailties Cheat Us In The Wise.

A Family Is But Too Often A Commonwealth Of Malignants.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.

See! From The Brake The Whirring Pheasant Springs, And Mounts Exulting On Triumphant Wings; Short Is His Joy! He Feels The Fiery Wound, Flutters In Blood, And Panting Beats The Ground.