Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

The Drying Up A Single Tear Has More, Of Honest Fame, Than Shedding Seas Of Gore.

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.

Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But Genius Never

My Altars Are The Mountains And The Ocean.

What Opposite Discoveries We Have Seen! (signs Of True Genius, And Of Empty Pockets.) One Makes New Noses, One A Guillotine, One Breaks Your Bones, One Sets Them In Their Sockets; But Vaccination Certainly Has Been A Kind Antithesis To Congreve's Rockets.