All History Was At First Oral.

There Ambush Here Relentless Ruffians Lay, And Here The Fell Attorney Prowls For Prey.

This Mournful Truth Is Everywhere Confessed, Slow Rises Worth By Poverty Depressed.

In The Condition Of Men, It Frequently Happens That Grief And Anxiety Lie Hid Under The Golden Robes Of Prosperity; And The Gloom Of Calamity Is Cheered By Secret Radiations Of Hope And Comfort; As In The Works Of Nature, The Bog Is Sometimes Covered With Flowers, And The Mine Concealed In The Barren Crags.

It Is A Maxim That No Man Was Ever Enslaved By Influence While He Was Fit To Be Free.

Avarice Is Generally The Last Passion Of Those Lives Of Which The First Part Has Been Squandered In Pleasure, And The Second Devoted To Ambition. He That Sinks Under The Fatigue Of Getting Wealth, Lulls His Age With The Milder Business Of Saving It