Oh That Thou Hadst Like Others Been

Revenge, That Thirsty Dropsy Of Our Souls, Makes Us Covet That Which Hurts Us Most.

This Is The Jew That Shakespeare Drew.

Be Wise; Soar Not Too High To Fall; But Stoop To Rise.

A Diamond, Though Set In Horns, Is Still A Diamond, And Sparkles In Purest Gold.

Greatness, With Private Men Esteem'd A Blessing, Is To Me A Curse; And We, Whom, For Our High Births, They Conclude The Happy Freemen, Are The Only Slaves. Happy The Golden Mean!