A Man's Own Heart Must Ever Be

Is It That Nature, Attentive To The Preservation Of Mankind, Increases Our Wishes To Live, While She Lessens Our Enjoyments, And As She Robs The Senses Of Every Pleasure, Equips Imag-ination In The Spoil?

Our Bounty, Like A Drop Of Water, Disappears, When Diffus'd Too Widely

The Wretch Condemn'd With Life To Part, Still, Still On Hope Relies; And Every Pang That Rends The Heart Bids Expectation Rise.

Error Is Always Talkative.

Surely The Best Way To Meet The Enemy Is Head On In The Field And Not Wait Till They Plunder Our Very Homes.