Piety--warm, Soft, And Passive As The Ether

I Strove With None; For None Was Worth My Strife.

There Is A Desire Of Property In The Sanest And Best Men, Which Nature Seems To Have Implanted As Conservative Of Her Works, And Which Is Necessary To Encourage And Keep Alive The Arts.

Great Men Too Often Have Greater Faults Than Little Men Can Find Room For.

When We Play The Fool, How Widethe Theatre Expands! Beside,how Long The Audience Sits Before Us!how Many Prompters! What A Chorus!

The Happy Never Say, And Never Hear Said, Farewell.