The Conscience Of A People Is Their

Merit Challenges Envy.

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.

All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A View.

Youth Should Watch Joys And Shoot Them As They Fly.

Beauty, Like Ice, Our Footing Does Betray; Who Can Tread Sure On The Smooth, Slippery Way: Pleased With The Surface, We Glide Swiftly On, And See The Dangers That We Cannot Shun.