A Fellow Feeling Makes Us Wondrous Kind.

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.

Whatever Is, Is Right.

A Pear-tree Planted Nigh: 'twas Charg'd With Fruit That Made A Goodly Show, And Hung With Dangling Pears Was Every Bough.

For Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife, Though Meant Each Other's Aid, Like Man And Wife.

Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.