All Is Not Gold That Glitters, Pleasure

What Cities, As Great As This, Have... Promised Themselves Immortality! Posterity Can Hardly Trace The Situation Of Some. The Sorrowful Traveller Wanders Over The Awful Ruins Of Others... Here Stood Their Citadel, But Now Grown Over With Weeds; There Their Senate-house, But Now The Haunt Of Every Noxious Reptile; Temples And Theatres Stood Here, Now Only An Undistinguished Heap Of Ruins.

Man Seems The Only Growth That Dwindles Here.

The English Laws Punish Vice; The Chinese Laws Do More, They Reward Virtue.

The Man Recovered Of The Bite, The Dog It Was That Died.

I Do Not Love A Man Who Is Zealous For Nothing.