The Soft Complaining Flute, In Dying Notes,

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.

Jealousy's A Proof Of Love, But 'tis A Weak And Unavailing Medicine; It Puts Out The Disease And Makes It Show, But Has No Power To Cure.

The Elephant Is Never Won By Anger; Nor Must That Man Who Would Reclaim A Lion Take Him By The Teeth.

Nor Is The People's Judgment Always True: The Most May Err As Grossly As The Few.