A Thing Well Said Will Be Wit

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.

The Winds That Never Moderation Knew, Afraid To Blow Too Much, Too Faintly Blew; Or Out Of Breath With Joy, Could Not Enlarge Their Straighten'd Lungs Or Conscious Of Their Charge.

For They Can Conquer Who Believe They Can.

Virtue In Distress, And Vice In Triumph Make Atheists Of Mankind.

We First Make Our Habits, And Then Our Habits Make Us.